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"Her uncle will gladly pay her board and care anywhere. They are eager to do
their best for the child, although they do not understand her and I can't
blame them, now I see that I didn't understand her very well myself."
"I must have been a very difficult child," said the girl.
"Yes, I think you were," said Dr. Foxwell.
"Bring on your tests," said Elsie, waving her hands. "But if I'm not sane,
then I want to stay here. I don't want to pretend I'm sane if I'm not. How
many other boys and girls are there? Can we all live together?"
That's my dream," admitted Welles, "but it may not be possible. You are all
children, and nothing can be done without the consent of your guardians. I'll
see your uncle and aunt the first thing after the tests are finished
tomorrow."
"They'll agree," said Elsie. Her eyes suddenly filled with tears. They're
dreadfully stu& slow, poor things. But they do mean well. And they'll be so
happy to think I'm going to be all right. It's been hard on them, too."
She ran out of the room, banging the door behind her.
The rest was easy. The next morning Dr. Foxwell gave Elsie the tests, and, as
Timothy Paul had done, so also did Elsie. She went through the top of the IQ
and C.M. tests, and on the Rorschach tests she gave normal, obviously
unrehearsed answers which often made her examiners smile. Her uncle and aunt,
when they were told as much as was good for them to know, were unfeignedly
glad to know that Elsie could be "cured" and gave ready consent that she
should move to be near Dr. Welles and under his care, as Dr. Fox-well
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recommended, and to board with any woman Dr. Welles suggested, to complete her
adjustment to normal life.
Peter took the afternoon plane back, and reached his home city just in time to
catch Tim leaving school.
"It's all right," he said. "It's all right. Come to my office after supper."
The boys were shouting to Tim to come and play ball.
"Yes, I'm coming," Tim shouted back. "May I go now, sir? Thank you, doctor,"
and he bounded away.
Welles watched him admiringly. The years of rigid self-control had wrought
wonders. Nobody would ever have guessed that Peter had said anything of
significance, anything to interest a boy whose schoolmates wanted him for a
game.
The psychologist went into the school building and sat on Miss Page's desk.
That brisk lady batted her eyes mischievously at him and asked concerning his
health.
"I'm fine. And you, Miss Page?"
"Oh, fine, but getting no younger. Thirty-odd years of teaching age a gal
before her time."
"I wondered& that is, have you any special plans for the summer?"
"No," said the teacher, stacking papers efficiently. "Nothing special. Can I
do anything for you?"
"That depends. You see, there's a little girl& do you like bright children,
Pagey?"
That's hard to say. One meets so few of them."
"I'm serious for once. Many adults resent a bright child, and I need to find a
woman who likes them."
"I have had one or two in my time," admitted Miss Page, "and I know what you
mean. But I like them. There was one in particular " her voice trailed off
into silence.
"So you have found out that Timothy is brighter than most people think?" said
Welles, gratified.
"I always thought he was. He wasn't the boy I had in mind. That one grew up to
be a psychologist but I'm beginning to think he isn't so bright after all."
Scarlet, Peter found himself laughing.
"Pagey, my love, my head is so full of a number of things that it has no room
for me in it at all! Now, listen! Could you take this girl, a new patient of
mine from out of the city, as a boarder for the summer? A girl of thirteen."
"A bright girl? Yes, I can, and gladly. How bright?"
Too bright," said Welles. "A bit of a problem."
"You'll take care of the problem, no doubt School is out in four weeks. When
is she to come? Does she go to school?"
"She has not gone to school. Er& privately taught. She is not used to other
children. That is one thing wrong with her."
"Bring her along, Peter. If she comes early, she can spend some time in my
class if you like. It might do her good to visit school a short time before
vacation."
"It would, I think. But you'd rather wait until school is out, wouldn't you?"
"If the child needs your care, Peter, why not begin?"
Pagey, you're a gem!"
When Timothy came to the psychologist's house that evening, he had three
letters in his hand.
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"Her uncle will gladly pay her board and care anywhere. They are eager to do
their best for the child, although they do not understand her and I can't
blame them, now I see that I didn't understand her very well myself."
"I must have been a very difficult child," said the girl.
"Yes, I think you were," said Dr. Foxwell.
"Bring on your tests," said Elsie, waving her hands. "But if I'm not sane,
then I want to stay here. I don't want to pretend I'm sane if I'm not. How
many other boys and girls are there? Can we all live together?"
That's my dream," admitted Welles, "but it may not be possible. You are all
children, and nothing can be done without the consent of your guardians. I'll
see your uncle and aunt the first thing after the tests are finished
tomorrow."
"They'll agree," said Elsie. Her eyes suddenly filled with tears. They're
dreadfully stu& slow, poor things. But they do mean well. And they'll be so
happy to think I'm going to be all right. It's been hard on them, too."
She ran out of the room, banging the door behind her.
The rest was easy. The next morning Dr. Foxwell gave Elsie the tests, and, as
Timothy Paul had done, so also did Elsie. She went through the top of the IQ
and C.M. tests, and on the Rorschach tests she gave normal, obviously
unrehearsed answers which often made her examiners smile. Her uncle and aunt,
when they were told as much as was good for them to know, were unfeignedly
glad to know that Elsie could be "cured" and gave ready consent that she
should move to be near Dr. Welles and under his care, as Dr. Fox-well
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recommended, and to board with any woman Dr. Welles suggested, to complete her
adjustment to normal life.
Peter took the afternoon plane back, and reached his home city just in time to
catch Tim leaving school.
"It's all right," he said. "It's all right. Come to my office after supper."
The boys were shouting to Tim to come and play ball.
"Yes, I'm coming," Tim shouted back. "May I go now, sir? Thank you, doctor,"
and he bounded away.
Welles watched him admiringly. The years of rigid self-control had wrought
wonders. Nobody would ever have guessed that Peter had said anything of
significance, anything to interest a boy whose schoolmates wanted him for a
game.
The psychologist went into the school building and sat on Miss Page's desk.
That brisk lady batted her eyes mischievously at him and asked concerning his
health.
"I'm fine. And you, Miss Page?"
"Oh, fine, but getting no younger. Thirty-odd years of teaching age a gal
before her time."
"I wondered& that is, have you any special plans for the summer?"
"No," said the teacher, stacking papers efficiently. "Nothing special. Can I
do anything for you?"
"That depends. You see, there's a little girl& do you like bright children,
Pagey?"
That's hard to say. One meets so few of them."
"I'm serious for once. Many adults resent a bright child, and I need to find a
woman who likes them."
"I have had one or two in my time," admitted Miss Page, "and I know what you
mean. But I like them. There was one in particular " her voice trailed off
into silence.
"So you have found out that Timothy is brighter than most people think?" said
Welles, gratified.
"I always thought he was. He wasn't the boy I had in mind. That one grew up to
be a psychologist but I'm beginning to think he isn't so bright after all."
Scarlet, Peter found himself laughing.
"Pagey, my love, my head is so full of a number of things that it has no room
for me in it at all! Now, listen! Could you take this girl, a new patient of
mine from out of the city, as a boarder for the summer? A girl of thirteen."
"A bright girl? Yes, I can, and gladly. How bright?"
Too bright," said Welles. "A bit of a problem."
"You'll take care of the problem, no doubt School is out in four weeks. When
is she to come? Does she go to school?"
"She has not gone to school. Er& privately taught. She is not used to other
children. That is one thing wrong with her."
"Bring her along, Peter. If she comes early, she can spend some time in my
class if you like. It might do her good to visit school a short time before
vacation."
"It would, I think. But you'd rather wait until school is out, wouldn't you?"
"If the child needs your care, Peter, why not begin?"
Pagey, you're a gem!"
When Timothy came to the psychologist's house that evening, he had three
letters in his hand.
"I figured that ns out," he said, beginning to talk almost before the door was [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]