. St. Nicholas [serial] . and thesqualor, replied Joan,grimly, and I could keepone room fairly clean. Itwould be only temporary,and perhaps the long walkto work would do megood. Honestly, , I dont see any other way; and even that might not save enoughto do much good. I wont have it! said the doctor, brusquely. He rose, pacing up and down the ofifice. I tellyou what, he said with forced cheerfulness,those state hospitals are not so bad. I— I m not going to send my little brother toany hospital, interrupted Joan, if all he needsis air and sunshine and his mothers care. I dlive in the wors
. St. Nicholas [serial] . and thesqualor, replied Joan,grimly, and I could keepone room fairly clean. Itwould be only temporary,and perhaps the long walkto work would do megood. Honestly, , I dont see any other way; and even that might not save enoughto do much good. I wont have it! said the doctor, brusquely. He rose, pacing up and down the ofifice. I tellyou what, he said with forced cheerfulness,those state hospitals are not so bad. I— I m not going to send my little brother toany hospital, interrupted Joan, if all he needsis air and sunshine and his mothers care. I dlive in the worst tenement in the city first. Hed miss us frightfully. He d miss you too. I—She stopped abruptly, and the doctor ceasedhis pacing to look at her. Lets think about it awhile longer, he said gently. Something mayturn up, and I 11 look about for a cheaper place,though I fear its useless. Dont bother, said Joan, rising. You vebothered enough, and you never send a bill untilmy tongue is tired asking for it, and then its so. GO HOME! COMMANDED THE DOCTOR, STERNLY. AND DON 1 WORRY TOO MUCH ridiculoush small that I m ashamed to pay brought this much on account to-night. She handed him a crumj^led bank-note, but hethrust it back almost angrily. I dont do any-thing, he exploded, except to run in and cheerhim up! If you want me to feel like a thief— It is I who am the thief, flashed Joan; butif you knew how I—how we all feel about you—Go home! commanded the doctor, home to bed. And dont worry too much. 1004 THE SAVING WORD [Skpt. Something s bound to turn up. I feel it in mybones. Look here, he added, as she reached thedoor, dont skimp on lunches. Its up to you tokeep the boat going, you know. Good night. It was an early spring that year. The first warmdays were breathless, and the little brother still smiled pleasantly at her customers, butthe heart beneath her white shirt-waist bore aweight that sometimes threatened to suffocateher. She was finding
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