"
"Dear me," said the Doctor helplessly, "for such a mite of a kiddy, you
do seem remarkably well informed."
"Man to man," reminded Roger inexorably and the Doctor aired his final
grievance.
"And then there's that youngest son of mine--"
"Doctor Ralph?"
"Doctor Ralph! What right had he, I'd like to know, to marry that pretty
sister of yours and go off honeymooning holiday time. Didn't he know
that we needed him and Sister Madge here for Christmas? I miss 'em both.
Young pirate!"
Roger's heart swelled with loyalty. It was Doctor Ralph's skilful hand
that had helped him walk.
"Most likely," he said fairly, "I'm a little to blame there. After I
came home from the hospital, I did tell Sister Madge to marry him--"
"Most likely," acknowledged the Doctor, "I said something similar to
Doctor Ralph. I can't have you shouldering all the responsibility. Well,
your Honor, there's the Christmas evidence. What's the verdict?"
Roger considered. This man to man game had certain phraseological
conclusions.
"No case!" he said suddenly, nor would he alter his decision when the
Doctor protested against its severity.
"You had so awful many peoply sort of places to go," pointed out Roger,
and the Doctor laughed.
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