Gordon must have dozed then, for the next thing he knew someone was pushing open his bedroom door cautiously and asking if he was awake.
Mr. Merrick closed the door and came over to the bed. “Time you were asleep, son,” he said concernedly. “Having trouble?”
“I—I’ve been asleep once, sir. Something wakened me.”
“Hm. Er—I was just talking to Mr. Brent on the telephone, Gordon.”
“Hm. He told me about the accident, son.”
“Doing very well, he said. Why didn’t you—hm—why didn’t you tell me about it?”
“I don’t know, sir. I was sort of tired, and——”
“Brent says you carried Morris almost half a mile to the trolley, Gordon.”
“It wasn’t nearly that far. And I didn’t carry him. He was too heavy. I—I pulled him.”
“Well, the doctor says it’s a lucky thing you got him home as quick as you did. Mr. Brent is—hm—very grateful. He’s going to stop in the morning and see you.”
“He needn’t be,” murmured Gordon. “It wasn’t anything.”
“Hm. You can tell me about it in the morning. I-hm—I’m sorry I was so short with you, son. If you’d explained——”
“Yes, sir, I ought to have. It—it’s all right, dad.”
“If you are I guess you and I can forage around and find something. Sure you wouldn’t like a little bite?”
“Well—hm——” Mr. Merrick laid a hand on Gordon’s arm and pressed it. “Sorry I scolded, son. I—we—we’re proud of you, boy.”
Gordon didn’t answer. It was rather embarrassing and he was glad of the darkness.
Mr. Merrick turned away, there was a sound of cracking and crunching china and an exclamation.
“What’s this?” asked Mr. Merrick in surprise, peering down at the floor.
“Hm,” said Mr. Merrick, and then again “Hm!” He pushed the broken fragments under the bed. “I—hm—I can understand that you aren’t very hungry,” he said dryly. “Evidently your mother—hm—well, good-night, Gordie.”
The door closed. Gordon smiled at the black and green foliage beyond the window. It was all right about that lunch. If it wasn’t his father would never have called him Gordie.
Gordon was up at seven the next morning, having had, as he reckoned, a good nine hours and more of sleep. At breakfast he told again the story of the accident, this time to an interested audience of three. The third was Fudge, who, since almost an hour before, had been hanging around waiting for Gordon’s appearance, and who now was seated at table with a cup of coffee and one of Mrs. Merrick’s graham muffins in front of him. Fudge acknowledged that he had rather skimped his breakfast. Mr. Merrick mildly censured Gordon for accepting Morris Brent’s invitation to ride, but it was evident that he was too proud of Gordon’s part in the affair to be severe. Fudge was anxious to know what had become of the runabout and Gordon replied that so far as he knew it was just where they had left it.