"Parker," he cried, "what are you doing
here? Are you responsible for this panjandrum to-night? Didn't I send
you off for an absolute rest?"
"Been obeying directions strictly, Doctor. I've lain around up here till
the grass sprouted under my feet. You haven't seen me here to-night,
have you?"
"No, but the thing looks like one of your managing."
"No interest in this place whatever. Never heard of it till I stumbled
on it." But Perkins's eyes were dancing.
"You're looking a lot better, anyhow. Come out here and meet Mrs.
Austin. I want to show her the toughest patient I ever had to pull loose
from his work."
The two went out upon the porch. Tom gazed at young Haskins, as the
latter looked at him with a smile.
"Did he engineer this part of the thing, too, Boswell?" questioned the
young man, interestedly.
"Sure, he did. But who is he?"
"Didn't you know who he was? That's so--you've called him Perkins all
along, but this is the first time I've seen him here, and I didn't put
two and two together.
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