"All proper little girls do at that age," I reminded her shamelessly.
"I see. But we were talking of John Herrick."
"Go on."
"Don't you think he's splendid?" she continued, turning to me. "He's
done no end of good. And he works ... I don't believe he ever takes
a real holiday. Doctor Haverill, you ought to get him----"
"To come down here for a while? I will--if it would please you."
She looked at me so frankly that I was at once ashamed.
"Why, of course it would! But I don't know why I said that. I don't
suppose he'd take the time."
I watched a dragon-fly that was wheeling over the stream.. She sat
near me, her hands locked about her knees.
"My brother was at your house last night," she said after a moment.
"Yes."