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XIX. “It Has Come!”
Colinwasonhissofainhisdressing-gownandhewassittingupquitestraightlookingatapictureinoneofthegardenbooksandtalkingtotheplainchildwhoatthatmomentcouldscarcelybecalledplainatallbecauseherfacewassoglowingwithenjoyment.
“Thoselongspiresofblueones—we’llhavealotofthose,”Colinwasannouncing.“They’recalledDel-phin-iums.”
“Dickonsaysthey’relarkspursmadebigandgrand,”criedMistressMary.“Thereareclumpstherealready.”
ThentheysawDr.Cravenandstopped.MarybecamequitestillandColinlookedfretful.
“Iamsorrytohearyouwereilllastnight,myboy,”Dr.Cravensaidatriflenervously.Hewasratheranervousman.
“I’mbetternow—muchbetter,”Colinanswered,ratherlikeaRajah.“I’mgoingoutinmychairinadayortwoifitisfine.Iwantsomefreshair.”
Dr.Cravensatdownbyhimandfelthispulseandlookedathimcuriously.
“Itmustbeaveryfineday,”hesaid,“andyoumustbeverycarefulnottotireyourself.”
“Freshairwon’ttireme,”saidtheyoungRajah.
Astherehadbeenoccasionswhenthissameyounggentlemanhadshriekedaloudwithrageandhadinsistedthatfreshairwouldgivehimcoldandkillhim,itisnottobewonderedatthathisdoctorfeltsomewhatstartled.
“Ithoughtyoudidnotlikefreshair,”hesaid.
“Idon’twhenIambymyself,”repliedtheRajah;“butmycousinisgoingoutwithme.”
“Andthenurse,ofcourse?”suggestedDr.Craven.
