"I'm c--crying bec--cause I'm g--glad." Then her sobs stopped suddenly and she looked up at the doctor; but the tears rolled down her cheeks. "Mother can't hear me?" "No, you blessed child. You come with me, Sally, and cry as much as you like. It'll do you good. And I'll stay until you get through." So it happened that Fox found them behind a big tree, out of sight from the house, Sally contentedly crying into the doctor's coat. Henrietta had gone on. "She's all right, Mr. Sanderson. It has done her good to cry. I think she's about through, now." Sally stopped crying and smiled at them both. "I'm so glad, Fox," she said. Fox looked inquiringly at the doctor. "Your opinion, then, is that she will get well?" "Yes, if there are no complications. I shouldn't expect any." Sally, who had been waiting, apparently, to hear the doctor say this once more, murmured something about her mother and started for the house, running. She overtook Henrietta. "Sally," continued the doctor, "seems to be a dear child--" "She is." "And her father seems to be--well, it isn't necessary for us to say what." Fox laughed. "There is only one thing--only one which looms up plainly. You and I have got to think of some way to get Mrs. Ladue away from her present surroundings. It would answer the purpose quite as well--perhaps better," the doctor added thoughtfully,--"if her husband could be removed from the environment. I am speaking rather plainly." Fox nodded. "I understand," he said. "It is not impossible that Providence and Professor Ladue, working together, may accomplish that. I don't know how," he admitted, seeing the question in the doctor's eyes, "but I think there is going to be an explosion in that college, some day, soon. Professor Ladue--" "Pig!" murmured Doctor Galen, under his breath. "Had better look out," Fox finished. "By the way, Doctor, shall we have the party that we had planned for to-morrow--Sally's birthday--or had we better call it off?" "If you can keep them out of the house," answered the doctor slowly, "and if they don't make too much noise, I see no objection to it. Mrs. Ladue will probably sleep through it. I have left a mild sleeping-potion--I want to keep her dozing, at any rate, for some days. Arrangements all made, I suppose?" "They can be unmade easily enough." "No, no. It isn't worth while. Let Sally have her party. I'll come to it, myself. You tell her so, will you, Mr. Sanderson?"