Strong
confidence on his own part, he fully believed, would be definite, if
intangible, assistance to his friend....
Rounding a curve in the road, the white outlines of Sunny Farm house
stood out clearly against the background of near green fields, and
distant purple hills.
"House gets the sun in great shape mornings," observed Burns.
"The location couldn't be better," responded Leaver's quiet voice.
The car swung into the yard. The two men got out, crossed the sward, and
stood upon the porch. Miss Mathewson met them at the door, her face
bright, her eyes clear, only a little flush on either cheek betraying
to Burns that she shared his tension.
"Jamie seems in the best of condition," said she.
"That's good--that's good," Burns answered, as if he had not made sure of
the fact for himself within the hour.
"I will go in and see him a minute," Leaver said, and disappeared into
Jamie Ferguson's room.
Outside Burns walked up and down the corridor, waiting, in a restlessness
upon which he suddenly laid a stern decree. He stopped short and forced
himself to stand still.
"You idiot," he savagely addressed himself, "you act like a fool medical
student detailed to give an anesthetic at a noted surgeon's clinic for
the first time. Cut it, and behave yourself."
After which he was guilty of no more outward perturbation, and,
naturally, of somewhat less inner turmoil.
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