"But a doctor is not
necessarily a good nurse."
"I don't see how anybody could be a better nurse than you, Father."
The Doctor shook his head.
"I'm afraid I did not fuss much over you," he answered. "At least I
did not smother you with attention the way your mother would have
done. You got no spoiling from me. I expect, though, that when your
mother gets hold of you she won't be able to do enough for you. I can
see her to-day flying round the house ordering all the things you like
to eat, and getting everything ready for your coming. I shall have no
attention at all."
Theo beamed.
"You will have all the attention you want, and more too, Dad, I
guess," he remarked drily. "Probably a string of patients as long as
this car will be waiting to pounce on you the minute you set foot in
New York."
"I expect so, son. However, I shall not begrudge that sort of a
welcome now, for I feel like a fighting cock."
"You really are rested, aren't you, Father?"
"I am like another man," was the vehement reply. "I was about all in
when we went into camp. Thanks to you and Mr. Croyden I have had a
fine chance to pull myself together and prepare for whatever comes
next.
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