"
"It seems so," Allison agreed. "Dad gave it to the Doctor this morning."
Isabel repressed a bitter cry of astonishment. "For keeps?"
"Yes, for keeps. It's little enough to give him after all he's done for
me. We both wanted him to have it."
"You could get another, couldn't you?"
"I suppose so, if I wanted it. People can usually get things they want,
if they are intangible."
"I wanted to tell you," resumed Isabel, "that I was sorry I acted the
way I did the last time I was here."
"Don't think of it," replied Allison, kindly. "It was very natural."
"It was all a great shock to me, and I was lame, and--and--I wish
everything could be as it was before," she concluded, with a faint flush
creeping into her face.
"That is the great tragedy of life, Isabel--that things can never be as
they were before. Sometimes they're worse, sometimes better, but the
world is never the same."
"Of course," she answered, without grasping his meaning, "but you're
going to be all right again now, and--that's the same."
Allison shrugged his shoulders and bit his lips to conceal a smile.
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