Jasper and Lois were both greatly pleased, and as they walked away from the house they discussed it like two animated children.
“How delighted David will be with the place,” Lois remarked. “He will be so comfortable there, I feel sure, and Mrs. Peterson will take such good care of him.”
“And he will be able to hear the falls so plainly,” Jasper replied. “He can sit on the verandah or at the window of his room and listen to the waters as long as he likes. It is just the place for him.”
“How much does Mrs. Peterson want a week for their board?” Lois enquired.
“I never asked her,” was the quiet reply. “I shall find that out later, for it is a matter of minor importance.”
Lois glanced up quickly into her companion’s face. She longed to know where the money was to come from. Surely this man who was working digging potatoes did not intend to pay the entire amount. But Jasper volunteered not the slightest information. He continued to talk about David, and his surprise when he learned of what was being done for him.
“I am so grateful for your assistance this afternoon,” Jasper told Lois as they at last paused at the gate leading to the Sinclair house. “I started forth uncertain what to do, and behold, everything has turned out as if by magic.”
“I am thankful that I have been of some assistance,” was the quiet reply. “My mind is greatly relieved, too, for I was much worried about the Petersons. Two heads are better than one after all, are they not?”
WHEN DREAMS COME TRUE
“Isn’t this lovely!” Betty exclaimed, as she stood in the middle of the large room which had been assigned to David.
It was the second day since their arrival at the Petersons’ house, and their delight at everything was not only amusing to Mrs. Peterson but somewhat pathetic as well. She could not account for the girl’s remarkable care of the old man. She would allow nothing to interfere with her attention upon him, and she arranged a cosy spot by the big north window where he could sit and listen to the sound of his beloved falls.
“You will spoil him,” Mrs. Peterson told her once when they were alone in the kitchen. “You will make him as helpless as a child. It is not good for men to be waited upon too much.”
“Are you not afraid of spoiling your husband, then, Mrs. Peterson?” Betty replied. “You treat him just like a child.”
“Oh, but he is an invalid, and can’t help himself. That is the reason why I have to wait upon him.”
“But Mr. David is a wonder,” Betty insisted, “and he must not be neglected.”
There was such an expression of admiration in the girl’s eyes that Mrs. Peterson had not the heart to smile at her enthusiasm.
“In what way is he a wonder?” was all she asked, as she went on with her work.