The Little Doctor watched a pale green "measuring worm" loop its way
hurriedly along the floor of the porch. She was breathing rather
quickly and unevenly, and she seemed to be thinking very fast. When
the worm, reaching the end, doubled out of sight, she started the
hammock swinging and leaned back upon her cushions.

"You may tell him to come--I should like very much to see him," she said.
"And I am very much obliged to you for the service you have performed."
She became very much interested in a magazine, and seemed to dismiss
Dunk and the picture entirely from her mind. Dunk, after waiting till
he was convinced she had no intention of saying more, went off to the
stables to find a messenger for the telegram, telling himself on the
way that Miss Della Whitmore was a very cool young person, and not as
grateful as he would like her to be.

The Little Doctor went immediately to find Chip, but that young man,
who had been just inside the window and had heard every word, was not
so easily found. He was down in the bunk house, thinking things.
And when she did find him, near supper time, he was so utterly
unapproachable that her courage and her patience failed together,
and she did not mention the picture at all.


"Hello, Doctor!" It was a heartening voice, sounding very sweet to
the ears of the Little Doctor just then. She turned eagerly, her arms
still clasping Silver's neck. She had come down to the corral to feed
him sugar and tell him what a very difficult young man his master was,
and how he held her at arm's length with his manner, and yet was nice
and friendly and sunny enough--like the sun shining on an iceberg.