“Mr. Allen said he was better, and asked Phil to go to see him before long.”
“I hope he will, and you too, Rob,” said Bess, and then added, “How well the music went to-night,” hoping to turn her cousin’s thoughts into a more cheerful line. But it was of no use.
“Fred was just coming into the choir when he was taken ill. The boys all wanted him, for he has a first-rate voice; but I suppose he can’t now. We’d been planning for his coming as soon as he got well, and he’s only a little shorter than I, so he’d have sat next either Phil or me.”
“I didn't know he sang,” answered Bess. “But here we are at home. Won’t you come in, Rob?”
“No, I must go home and go right to bed. I was out late last night, you know. Good-night.” And the boy turned to go on as Bess called after him,—
“Sweet dreams to you, my boy! And come up to-morrow after school. I shall go down to see Fred in the afternoon, and I can tell you more about him then.”
