AND MRS. BARRETT returned from Salisbury soon after sundown, with the cheering news that Sandra’s accident had not been so serious as the doctor had at first feared. They had seen the X-ray pictures—“Of course they meant nothing to us, absolute gibberish,” Mr. Barrett said, “but the fellow explained them for us.”“You’ll soon have her back at home with you,” the doctor had assured the anxious parents. “She’s had a lucky escape—might have been a much longer job. She’ll have headaches off and on for a time, but that’ll pass, and she’ll be as good as new.”“Better sell Victor, or send him away, while the child’s in hospital,” Grandmama advised shrewdly.“You bet I will, Mother,” Mr. Barrett agreed. “I blame myself for ever buying him—but she was so set on him.”“And of course you never can refuse her anything, eh?” cackled Grandmama. “I pity the young man she marries. If he doesn’t take a firm line from the start he’ll never control here.”Alix couldn’t resist glancing at Bernard.
