"Oh, dear me! I'm as faint as I can
be, just to think of it. I should die outright to be up there with him."
"Well, we've got to walk home, I suppose," observed one of the other girls
disconsolately, who, now that Larry could really speak, thought it quite
time to turn attention to her own discomfort, and she thrust out her dainty
shoe.
The boys, when they saw that Larry was really alive, stopped howling,
especially as each and all had felt the glare of the eyes back of Doctor
Fisher's big spectacles. And they set off on a run by the side of the
coach, and as far ahead of that vehicle as possible, as Mac handled the
ribbons with his best style, trying to drive as gently as possible for the
patient.
"To his home, of course," said the little doctor, turning his spectacles up
to Mac. Then he got into his gig, whipped up, and took the lead.
Porter Knapp went across streets and got there first and was leaning over
the stone gateway when the little doctor's gig drove up.
"Eh!" exclaimed Doctor Fisher, looking at him over his glasses. "Well, you
have a pair of legs! Joel was right; he says you beat everything in
running."
Porter looked much pleased and glanced down at his legs affectionately.
Then he remembered Larry and sobered at once.
Doctor Fisher, while going up the steps, said in passing:
"Larry'll pull through all right, I think.
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