Of course you
cannot expect to go hiking off over these rough trails; but you can
certainly get out of bed and move about the camp."
Theo's eyes sparkled.
"My, but won't it seem good!" he sighed.
"I am sure it will," answered the Doctor. "You have been very
patient, Theo."
"Going to get the invalid up, Doctor?" questioned Mr. Croyden, who had
just poked his head in at the door.
"Yes, just as soon as the crutches I have ordered from New York
arrive."
Mr. Croyden looked rueful.
"That means I shall be losing my lecture audience," he mourned
playfully. "You will no longer be a spoiled child, Theo, after those
crutches come. We shan't serve all your meals in your room, nor give
you the biggest fish in the catch. You will have to come down to
common fare like the rest of us."
"You won't find me doing any fussing on that score," laughed Theo. "As
for the lectures--why, I have a season ticket, and shall expect a
lecture every day."
"Mercy on us!" gasped Mr. Croyden. "Do you realize, young man, that I
came into these woods to rest? If I am to make pottery and porcelain
with you every day I might just as well be at home."
Nevertheless it was plain that the elder man was pleased.
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