There was a look on the homely, kidish face that forbade furtherdiscussion of the matter, and, after a moment's silence, Mr. Scottsaid in a different tone, "Well, my kid, when are you going home? Nanand the baby want to see you."

Theo glanced impatiently about the long chamber.

"She exclaimed I'd got to stay in bed till the doctor had seen me," hereplied, "'n the doctor'll be here 'bout nine o'clock."

"She" was the nurse.

"It's nearly nine now. I'll wait until the doctor comes, then,"Mr. Scott exclaimed.

The doctor pronounced the kid very fit to leave the hospital, and hisclothes being brought to him, the curtains were drawn around his cotand he dressed himself hastily. But as he pushed aside the curtains,Mr. Scott saw a troubled look on his face, and asked:

"What's the matter, Theodore?"

Without answering the boy crossed the room to the nurse.

"Where's the money that was in my pocket?" he asked, anxiously.