If he ever gets over this...!" And in the morning, to their great joy, the doctor pronounced him a little better.

Mary would have stayed longer, but that was the day when the labour leaders were to visit the factory; so after hearing the physician's good report, she started for the office.
At ten o'clock she telephoned Helen who told her that Wally had just fallen off into his first quiet sleep.
"I'm going to get some sleep myself, now, if I can," she added.

"The nurse has promised to call me when he wakes." Mary breathed easier, for some deep instinct told her that Wally would come through it all right.

She was still smiling with satisfaction when Joe of the Plumed Hair came in with three cards, the dignity of his manner attesting to the importance of the names.
"All right, Joe, send them in," she said.

"And I wish you'd find Mr.
Forbes and Mr.Woodward, and tell them I would like to see them." "Mr.Woodward hasn't come down yet, but I guess I know where Mr.Forbes is--" He disappeared and returned with the three callers.
Mary arose and bowed as they introduced themselves, meanwhile studying them with tranquil attentiveness.
"The judge was right," she told herself.