"It's just this," she told them, when she had closed the door of
Arthur's study, where they had assembled. "You know how long we've been
hoping something could be done for David, and how you've all insisted
that when Doctor Wendell should decide he was strong enough for the
operation on the hip-joint we must have it. Well, he says a great
English surgeon, Sir Edmund Barrister, will be here for just two days.
He comes to see the little Woodbridge girl, and to operate on her if he
thinks it best. And Doctor Wendell urges upon me that--it's my chance."
She had spoken quietly, but her face paled a little as she ended. Her
youngest brother-in-law, Stuart, the cadet, himself but lately out of
hospital, was first to speak.
"When does he come?"
"To-morrow."
"Great guns! The little chap's close up to it! Does he know?"
"Oh, no! I wouldn't tell him till it was all arranged. Indeed, I wasn't
sure whether----"
"You'd better tell him at all? Oh, yes, you will, Helen; the major
mustn't stand up to be fired at blindfold.
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