Toward eight o'clock that evening
the doctor himself would call and see that his patient wanted for
nothing.
The arrival of the nurse, and the relief of knowing that she was to
be trusted, left Kirke free to think of himself. His luggage was ready
packed for his contemplated journey to Suffolk the next day. It was
merely necessary to transport it from the hotel to the house in Aaron's
Buildings.
He stopped once only on his way to the hotel to look at a toyshop in one
of the great thoroughfares. The miniature ships in the window reminded
him of his nephew. "My little name-sake will be sadly disappointed at
not seeing me to-morrow," he thought. "I must make it up to the boy by
sending him something from his uncle." He went into the shop and bought
one of the ships. It was secured in a box, and packed and directed in
his presence. He put a ca rd on the deck of the miniature vessel before
the cover of the box was nailed on, bearing this inscription: "A ship
for the little sailor, with the big sailor's love."--"Children like to
be written to, ma'am," he said, apologetically, to the woman behind the
counter. "Send the box as soon as you can--I am anxious the boy should
get it to-morrow.
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