"I won't invite you," said MacCammon pointedly. "The girls think you are responsible for saving their father's eyes--though anybody else could have done it just as well--and when you are around nobody pays any attention to me at all. So I think you'd better stay in Chicago, where you belong." "There you are--isn't that gratitude for you?" "Don't mind him," said Doris. "I am the General. Do as I say." He looked hopefully at Rosalie. "They sit in the front seat and entertain themselves," she said, "and never bother about me alone in the rear. I invite you to come and sit with me, and let's not say a word to them all the way home." He accepted that invitation immediately and rushed off to make arrangements to keep his patients alive until his return. Zee had insisted most strongly that the whole family should arrive home at the same identical minute, and not come stringing in all day, keeping them upset, and MacCammon, with his usual loyalty to her, said flatly it must be done. "It can't be done," protested Doris. "The doctor will not let father go in the car, and how can we get there the same minute?" "We shall start early in the morning, and your father will go on the noon train. Then we shall plan to get to town just exactly at two-twenty-seven, meet the train, pick your father up bodily, and carry him home in triumph." "It can't be done." "If Zee says, 'Do it,' it shall be done," said MacCammon decidedly. "Her confidence in me must not be shattered. We leave this town at eight-thirty to-morrow--allowing time for blowouts and quarrels en route. And if we see we are getting in early, we'll stop beneath a big tree outside of town and point out the scenery to the doctor, who does not know anything about any kind of scenery except bones and skin." "But father--" "Oh, the bishop can get him on the train and start him home. That's all bishops are good for," said MacCammon imperturbably. And he made the arrangement himself to the intense delight of Rosalie, who giggled at his elbow all the time he was discussing the plan with the bishop. Then came the long lovely ride home, Doris and MacCammon blissfully content in the front seat, and the doctor taking a most unprofessional interest in Rosalie's softness and girlishness and gurgliness in the tonneau. "Oh, Rosalie," Doris said to her teasingly when they were in the dressing-room at the hotel "smoothening up" for luncheon. "Oh, Rosalie, dear, do you still--er--wonder if you are too young to fall in love--with a senior?" Rosalie laughed brightly. "I have decided, Mr. General, that I am not too young to fall in love with--anybody." And then she added, "But I know now that seniors are quite too awfully young to be fallen in love with--Bob Alden, for instance--why, he is a perfect infant!"