"Such foolishness!" She got up, resting one hand on the lid of the desk,
and looked about her. "I have to--put out--my lights----"
"I'll put them out," he said impatiently.
She waited. "Isn't there something else--I ought--to do--something I
need to--?" She looked at him appealingly, and he took her hand.
"You need some one to take care of you--that's what you need!" He said
it almost gently and he led her to the door.
"Sure you can go by yourself?" he said.
It was half mocking and half tender; and he watched until the
quiet-moving figure disappeared in the distance of the long corridor.
Then he put out Aunt Jane's lights and went home.