'
'I will take good care of it,' responded the doctor.
He delivered the basket, returned to the carriage, and told the
coachman to drive home.
'Whaur are ye takin' me till?' exclaimed Shargar. 'Willie hasna
payed me for the parcel.'
'Never mind Willie. I'll pay you,' said the doctor.
'But Robert wadna like me to tak siller whaur I did nae wark for
't,' objected Shargar. 'He's some pernickety (precise)--Robert. But
I'll jist say 'at ye garred me, doctor. Maybe that 'll saitisfee
him. An' faith! I'm queer aboot my left fin here.'
'We'll soon set it all right,' said the doctor.
When they reached his house he led the way to his surgery, and there
put the broken limb in splints. He then told Johnston to help the
patient to bed.
'I maun gang hame,' objected Shargar. 'What wad Robert think?'
'I will tell him all about it,' said the doctor.
'Yersel, sir?' stipulated Shargar.
'Yes, myself.'
'Afore nicht?'
'Directly,' answered the doctor, and Shargar yielded.
'But what will Robert say?' were his last words, as he fell asleep,
appreciating, no doubt, the superiority of the bed to his usual lair
upon the hearthrug.
Robert was delighted to hear how well Shargar had acquitted himself.
Followed a small consultation about him; for the accident had
ripened the doctor's intentions concerning the outcast.
'As soon as his arm is sound again, he shall go to the
grammar-school,' he said.
'An' the college?' asked Robert.
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