CHAPTER XIV.Convalescence.
"You don't mind, do you?" The Little Doctor was visibly uneasy.
"Mind what?" Chip's tone was one of elaborate unconsciousness. "Mind Dunk's selling the picture for you? Why should I? It's yours, you know."
"I think you have some interest in it yourself," she said, without looking at him. "You don't think I mean to--to--"
"I don't think anything, except that it's your picture, and I put in a little time meddling with your property for want of something else to do. All I painted doesn't cover one quarter of the canvas, and I guess you've done enough for me to more than make up. I guess you needn't worry over that cow and calf--you're welcome to them both; and if you can get a bounty on those five wolves, I'll be glad to have you. Just keep still about my part o
