The next day a telegram was brought up from the village; and the day after the Doctor himself followed it.
It was an anxious week; but the wonderful skill conquered. The pressure on a certain nerve was removed, and for the last six months Benjamin Blossom had been slowly but surely coming back to his old-time health and strength. But again this winter the extra help had been necessary, and it had taxed all Mary Blossom's ingenuity to make both ends meet; for there was the interest on the mortgage to be paid every six months, and the ready money had to go for that.
In the midst of her thoughts, her recollections and plans, she caught the sound of sleigh-bells. The tall clock was just striking ten. Smoothing every line of care and banishing all look of sadness from her face, she met her husband with a cheery smile and a, "I'm so glad you've got home, Ben; it's just twenty below, and the molasses tea is ready for you and Chi."
"Chi!" called Mr. Blossom towards the barn.
"Whoa!" shouted a voice that sounded frosty in spite of itself. "Whoa, Bess!"
"Come into the kitchen before you turn in; there's some hot molasses tea waiting for us."
"Be there in a minute," he shouted back, and Bess pranced into the barn.
"Oh, Mary, this "is" good," said Mr. Blossom, as he slipped out of his buffalo-robe coat and into his warm house-jacket, dropped his boots outside in the shed, and put on his carpet-slippers that had been waiting for him on the hearth.
