“But is Doctor Robinson game for it?”

The doctor stepped around so that she could see him, and nodded.

“Thank you, doctor. And remember, I am to say when.”

“Is there much pain?” Dick queried.

Her eyes were wide and brave and dreadful, and her lips quivered for the moment ere she replied, “Not much, but dreadful, quite dreadful. I won’t care to stand it very long. I’ll say when.”

Once more the smile on her lips announced a whimsey.

“Life is queer, most queer, isn’t it? And do you know, I want to go out with love-songs in my ears. You first, Evan, sing the ‘Gypsy Trail.’ —