“We might take him with us,” suggested Mr. Allen.
“James! The very idea! I’d rather stay at home than go through Europe tied to a blind boy. I should never have a moment to myself.”
“Why couldn’t he board at the Carters’?”
“The very thing! Fred had such a good time there three weeks ago! He would be so happy, and Bessie is very good to him. I really think he considers her as a sort of mother.”
“Well he may,” said Mr. Allen. “We owe that girl a debt we can never repay. But I wonder if they would take Fred. They have never had boarders, and he would be a great deal of care.”
“Not so much,” said his wife, shifting her ground to suit the new question at issue. “He could have Mary go with him to wait on him. You can arrange it, I know. You send them a note to-morrow, and if they will take him, I will be ready to sail—let me see, this is Wednesday. I will be ready next Wednesday.”
“I will try to arrange it,” said her husband
