"Tis, too," he said. "You're going to have it fixed. Grandpapa, won't you
take him to Doctor Fisher's office? Please do."
At this Frick pricked up his ears. "Doctor Fisher isn't----"
"Frick," began Jasper desperately, "look out and see if it rains."
Frick stared in amazement, and even Joel bobbed his head over at Jasper.
"Why, doesn't it rain on your side?" he cried, his black eyes very wide.
"Never mind; do as I tell you," said Jasper, nowise disconcerted. So Frick
reported that it did rain; and then Jasper began to talk so fast that Joel
had no time to get in a word at all, although he tried with all his might.
"See here," he shouted at last, and his voice rang clear above every other
noise, "can't we take him to Doctor Fisher's office--can't we, Grandpapa?
Make Thomas turn about and take us there"--he fairly howled it now.
"And Doctor Fisher won't be there," screamed Frick, on just as high a key.
"Why not?"
It was impossible to stop the dreadful news of Larry's accident from coming
now. And in a minute Frick had it all out in a burst, quite unconscious of
Jasper's efforts, and well pleased at having something important to say.
"Larry's been run over by Mr. MacIlvaine's tallyho, and 'most smashed to
death."
XX
THE COOKING CLUB
"Oh, my goodness me!" Alexia gave a jump, then ran for the closet.
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