Fields----"
"Will you go?" Doctor Churchill turned to Mrs. Fields. She glanced up
into his laughing eyes.
"Run along and don't bother me," she said to him. "Take that child
there. She's about got her stent done, I guess."
Doctor Churchill looked at the curly black head bent closely over the
last of the little sleeves.
"You don't deceive me, Miss Charlotte," said he. "You're not as wedded
to that task as you look. Please come with me. There's time for a
magnificent hour before you have to put the kettle on. Miss Birch, I
wish we could take you, too. Next winter--well, that knee is doing so
well I dare to promise you all the skating you want."
Celia looked up at him, smiling, but her eyes were wistful.
"Doctor," cried Captain Rayburn, "telephone to the stables for a
comfortable old horse and sleigh, will you? Celia, girl, we'll go, too."
"And I'll look after Ellen," said Mrs. Fields, before anybody could
mention the baby. "Go on, all of you."
"May we all come back to supper with you?" asked Doctor Churchill,
giving her a glance with which she was familiar of old.
Pages:
85
86
87
88
89
90
91
92
93
94
95
96
97
98
99
100
101
102
103
104
105
106
107
108
109