"Yes, he must go to Dorothy," said the doctor, cheerfully.
"No, he sha'n't," said the judge; "even if Dorothy went down on her knees and begged to be allowed to have him,—and I dare say that is what her God or her holy husband is suggesting to her as a penance for her sins,—I would refuse. His mother was set against it, and for reasons which are obvious to all. I told her she would better go to Dorothy,—I assure you I spoke thoughtlessly,—and she said that was like advising her to bury her boy alive. Harmony was quite right."
The vehemence with which he said this left Judge Tyler quite out of breath.
"There!" he gasped.
"Poor little beggar!" said the doctor, reflectively.
"Harmony was quite right," repeated the judge.
"People who have had enough trouble usually are," said the doctor.
"I intend to do what is right," said the judge.
