In the linen-room at the end of the corridor Miss Canfield was busy with
supplies for Suite A. She stood on a chair in front of a great cupboard;
and her shoulders were lost in the depths of the cupboard.... A sound
behind her caused her to withdraw her head.
Julian Medfield, standing in the door, looked at her.
"What is the matter?" she said quickly. She got down from the chair.
"I thought I should find you," replied the youth.
"Did you want me?"
"Yes."
"What has happened?"
He watched her smilingly. "I didn't say anything had happened.... I said
I wanted you."
The color mounted swiftly and she turned to the pile of linen on the
table and gathered it up. "I am rather busy this morning," she said
quietly. "I thought you meant your father needed something."
"No--he doesn't need anything, I guess. They told me in the office, that
_you_ wanted _me_--they said you had left word for me. They made a
mistake, perhaps." He spoke half teasingly and she lifted her chin.
"That was your father," she replied. "He didn't want to miss you." She
sorted out the sheets impersonally. She had not looked at him after the
first flurried minute.
"Do you want me to go away?" he said quietly.