"Set it down," said Medfield. "I'll take it by and by.... I'm not sick,"
he grumbled. "I don't need medicine!" He glanced at it with aversion.
His son looked on with amused smile.
Medfield's eye rested on him and then on Miss Canfield. His face
cleared. He motioned to her. "I want my son to see that catalogue that
came this morning--the rose catalogue, you know. Will you show it to
him, please. It's in the other room."