He doesn't see a woman as anything but a
patient at the end of a spoon, and mighty kind and gentle he does the
dosing of them, too. Just the other day--dearie me, Judy, what has
boiled over now?" And in the excitement that ensued I escaped to the
garden.
Yes, Aunt Bettie is right about Doctor John; he doesn't see a woman, and
there is no way to make him. What she had said about it made me realize
that he had always been like that, and I told myself that there was no
reason in the world why my heart should beat in my slippers on that
account. Still I don't see why Ruth Chester should have her head
literally thrown against that stone wall and I wish Aunt Bettie
wouldn't. It seemed like a desecration even to try to match-make him and
it made me hot with indignation all over. I dug so fiercely at the roots
of my phlox with a trowel I had picked up that they groaned so loud I
could almost hear them. I felt as if I must operate on something. And it
was in this mood that Alfred's letter found me.
It had a surprise in it and I sat back on the grass and read it with my
heart beating like a trip-hammer. He had sailed the day he had posted it
and he was due to arrive in New York almost as soon as it did, just any
hour now I calculated in a flash.
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