that he'd snub you something awful if we'd give him a chance. He's been
scheming, ever since I told him you were coming, to get out of driving
in to meet you. He tried to make me take Slim. Slim!"

Dr. Cecil smiled at Chip behind the Little Doctor's back, and Chip could
have hugged her then and there, for he knew, somehow, that she understood
and was his friend.

I should like very much to say that it seemed to Chip that the sun shone
brighter, and that the grass was greener, and the sky several shades
bluer, on that homeward drive--but I must record the facts, which are
these:

Chip did not know whether the sun shone or the moon, and he didn't care--
just so there was light to see the hair blowing about the Little Doctor's
face, and to watch the dimple come and go in the cheek next him. And
whether the grass was green and the sky blue, or whether the reverse was
the case, he didn't know; and if you had asked him, he might have said
tersely that he didn't care a darn about the grass--that is, if he gave
you sufficient attention to reply at all.






CHAPTER XIX.
Love Finds Its Hour.