We'll bring you round yet."
He shook his head and smiled more genially, then tried to extend his
hand to the girl, looking his welcome and acceptance of her
ministry. So joyous was his expression that she could not help
smiling in return, but it was the questioning, doubtful smile of one
who did not understand.
"When she comes," resumed Ackley, "take what she gives you, but
don't talk until I give permission. That will do now. You must take
everything except quiet in small quantities at first."
His lips formed the words "All right," and smilingly he watched them
depart.
"I suppose he is not exactly in his right mind," said Miss Lou as
she and the surgeon returned to the house.
"Many would think so, I reckon," replied Ackley laconically. "He
believes in a heaven and that he's going there. That's the only
queer thing I ever discovered in Waldo. He's worth a lot of trouble,
Miss Baron."
"It would be right strange if I did not do my best for him, sir."
"I thought you'd feel so. I want very strong beef soup made for a
few such special cases, who can take but little at a time.
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