CHAPTER IX.
DOCTOR PATSY Next morning Uncle John and the Weldons--including the precious baby--went for a ride into the mountains, while Beth and Patsy took their embroidery into a sunny corner of the hotel lobby.
It was nearly ten o'clock when A.Jones discovered the two girls and came tottering toward them.

Tottering is the right word; he fairly swayed as he made his way to the secluded corner.
"I wish he'd use a cane," muttered Beth in an undertone.

"I have the feeling that he's liable to bump his nose any minute." Patsy drew up a chair for him, although he endeavored to prevent her.
"Are you feeling better this morning ?" she inquired.
"I--I think so," he answered doubtfully.

"I don't seem to get back my strength, you see." "Were you stronger before your accident ?" asked Beth.
"Yes, indeed.

I went swimming, you remember.