"Of course I do," said Garth. "I've lived there always."
The boy looked suddenly rather wistful.
"It must be bully," he said. "I wish we lived somewhere interesting, Mother."
The luncheon was ended, and Joan reached for Garth's hat and the crutches. The boy looked even more dumfounded than before as Garth got out of his chair with some trouble. He opened his mouth to say something, but, catching his mother's eye, stopped short.
"Good-bye!" said Garth over his shoulder. "I hope you'll have fun in the boat; she must be a nice one!"
Joan wished very much that she could hear what the boy and his mother said when they had gone.
What with the early start, the excitement of traveling, and the vigorous treatment of the doctor, Garth was beginning to be very tired. He said little as he sat with his head against Joan's shoulder, looking out at the window. The train by which they were returning was an express and stopped only once or twice on its way to Tewksville Junction. It flashed, shrieking, through shabby towns, through thin,
