"Let the 'confusion' continue for a little while.
Come in to where there is peace.

Father is feeling better, I am sure." The invalid turned towards the speakers, then with a movement of his head told them to come near.

Lucy took her former position, while Chester drew up a chair.

Yes; he did seem better, there being some color in his face to add life to his faint smile.
"Chester," he whispered with effort, as he reached out and took the young man's hand, "Chester--my boy--I--am--so--glad--you--came--with--us.".