Then if I were you I'd just use that check
they've sent for your expenses, and trust to getting a position, in
that neighborhood when you are strong enough. There are always openings
in the West, you know."
"Do you really think I could do that?" asked Bonnie, excitedly. "I'm a
good stenographer, I've had a really fine musical education, and I could
teach a number of other things."
"Oh, sure! You'd get more positions than you could fill at once!" he
declared, joyously. Somehow it gave him great pleasure to be succeeding
so well.
"Then I could soon pay them back," said Bonnie, reflectively.
"Sure! You could pay back in no time after you got strong. That would be
a cinch! It might even be that you could help Mother Marshall about
something in the house pretty soon. And I'm sure you'll find she just
needs you. Now suppose we write up that telegram. There's no need to
keep the dear lady waiting any longer."
"He thinks I really ought to go," said Bonnie to the nurse, who had just
returned.
"Didn't I tell you so, dear?" said the nurse.
"How soon would the doctor let her travel?" asked Courtland.
"Why, I'll go ask him. You want to put it in your message, don't you?"
"She's a dear!" said Bonnie, with a tender look after her.
"_Isn't_ she a peach!" seconded Courtland, enthusiastically.
The nurse was back almost at once, reporting that Bonnie might travel by
the middle of the week if all went well.
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