"Oh, lots," answered Stillwater confidentially. "Tell me this minute; I must know. Don’t you try and keep anything from me, pa." "Indiana, will you give me a chance? Sit down! You’ll be out of this hansom in a minute. Something about digestion. _That_ don’t amount to _anything_." Indiana sank back with a sigh of relief. "And something about nerves—says I must throw up business, that’s all it amounts to, for a few months." "Then you’ll be cured?" "Positively." "Then you shall, pop—you shall; do you hear me?" "Now, Indiana, what’s the use of your taking the reins and whipping up like that? I’ve told you what I reckon to do. Didn’t I broach the subject of a sailing trip?" "Ma and I are good sailors," remarked Indiana meditatively, "but Grandma Chazy don’t like the water." "Oh, we’ll jolly her along her all right," said Stillwater easily. "Say, Indiana," he put his mouth to her ear, "Grandma Chazy wouldn’t miss a trick." Indiana laughed loudly. "Well, this is what I call a wild and exciting time, Indiana. If you took me on many of these drives I think I’d get rid of that ’slight nervous derangement’ the doctor was talking about. Sort of a rest-cure—eh?" "Oh, if I could only get on that horse’s back!" cried Indiana, "I’d make him go." "Not that horse, Indiana," said Stillwater chuckling. "All the sporting spirit in you wouldn’t make _that_ horse go. Suppose we think about getting home?" "Back to the hotel," he shouted to the driver. "I can’t help thinking of Circus," said Indiana sentimentally. "I wonder if he misses me." "You think more of that horse than all your beaux, don’t you, Indiana?" Indiana nodded and smiled. "I’ll have my hands full for a few weeks before I go on that sailing trip. I don’t know how I’m going to manage it." "Well, you just _must_!" "Suppose we don’t say anything to the others till I make sure I can go. I’ve got some big things on now, Indiana—" "You won’t go after you’ve worked me all up about it—you’ll keep on grinding until you’re past curing, until one day you’ll just drop down and die. What do you care—and ma and Grandma Chazy and—and I’ll be left with no one to look after us." She buried her face in her muff, making piteous little gulps. "I’m a fool," thought Stillwater, patting her on the back. "The idea of that little thing takin’ it so to heart. I didn’t think she was old enough to realize things like that. None of us know how much there is in Indiana." His heart swelled with gratitude at this proof of devotion from his only child. "Now, Indiana, don’t lose your grip like this. I’m going, I tell you. I’m going on this trip. There isn’t anything on earth that’ll stop me. Hi! Driver! Just run through and stop at Thorley’s!" As the hansom dashed up to Thorley’s Indiana gave a clear jump to the curb, disdaining the hand her father held out. "American beauties!" said Stillwater. The salesman showed them a gorgeous long-stemmed cluster.