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For some moments, there was a silence, while the doctor turned over the papers and Allyn's heart thumped until it seemed to him as if it could be heard distinctly. Then deliberately the doctor took off his glasses, shut them into their case and put the case into his pocket. "Allyn," he said slowly; "I don't know much about such things; but I rather think that you have found your work.
Cicely had fled to Allyn's side, and the young man nodded curtly to her as he stalked back to the shore. At the water's edge, he was greeted with a voice which sounded strangely familiar to his ears. "How do you do? Vat was ve time you got boiled; wasn't it?" No childish voice ever fell unheeded on Gifford Barrett's ears.
Directly after their return to The Savins, the doctor had sent a package of Allyn's drawings to one of his old-time classmates, now the head of a famous school of technology. The answer which came back to him was prompt and full of enthusiasm, and Dr. McAlister, as he read it, felt his last regret leaving him that his son was to abandon his own profession.
Then, after that, if you still feel the same way about this, you may fit for any of the good technological schools you may choose, and I will do all I can to help you carry out your plans for your work. Is it a bargain?" Allyn's hand met his father's for a moment, and he nodded briefly. That was all; but his father, as he watched him, was content without further demonstration.
Papa attends to all that, and he has all he wants. Oh, but won't it be good to see him!" "Are you glad you're going, Cis?" Allyn's tone showed that he was hurt at the thought. "No," she said flatly. "I have missed papa terribly, more than you can even imagine; but I have had a very happy year here, and I shall be sorry to go away.
Within the box, when opened, were certain letters in a woman's hand Geraldine Allyn's letters written to Loring in the days of their brief engagement, letters long since returned to her under his hand and seal, and with them, in closely-folded wraps of tissue paper, inclosed in stout envelope, a valuable solitaire and as valuable a ring.
Allyn's tone was not altogether complimentary, and Cicely was uncertain whether she wanted to laugh or to box his ears. "Do you know any German?" "Papa and I used to talk it a good deal," she said demurely; "and I know something about the grammar." "Why, I didn't know it. I didn't suppose you knew anything but music."
"You think you would stick to it through thick and thin?" "Yes." There was no gush, no enthusiasm; yet something in the quiet affirmative carried conviction to the father's mind. "My boy," he said, as he rested his hand on Allyn's knee for a moment; "you are my youngest child, and very dear to me, dearer because for years your life has had to make up for the one that ended as yours began.
Besides, that kind of fighting isn't altogether unhealthful. I believe the whole matter is foreordained for Allyn's good." "It is an optimistic view of the case that wouldn't have occurred to me, Ted. Still, we'll hope for the best." Valiantly she took his advice and hoped for the best, while she busied herself about the details of receiving her new charge.
Up to this moment, Theodora had been trying to hold on to the threads of her interrupted chapter. Now she dropped them entirely, as she rested her arm on Allyn's shoulder. "I am glad to have you tell me things," she said. "Now make a clean breast of it, Allyn." And Allyn did make a clean breast of it, sparing nothing of the detail of weeks of petty tyranny.
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