Of course mother
would--but I don't want to begin right away to send extra guests over
there."
"Neither do I," said Doctor Churchill. "Do you suppose we could put a
cot into my private office for Lee? Then the sister could have this."
"How old is she?"
"Sixteen, he says."
"Oh, then this will do. And we can put a cot in your private
office--after office hours. If Mr. Lee is an old friend he won't object
to anything."
"You're a dear girl! And they won't stay long, of course--especially
when they see how crowded we are. You'll like Thorne Lee, Charlotte;
he's one of the best fellows alive. I haven't seen the sister since she
was a small child, but if she's anything like her brother you'll have no
trouble entertaining her, sick or well. All right! I'll answer Lee's
letter, and say nothing about our being full-up."
"Of course not; that wouldn't be hospitality. When will they come?"
"In a day or two--as soon as she feels like travelling again."
"I'll be ready for her," and Charlotte gave him her brightest smile as
he hurried off.
She finished her bed-making, put the little room set apart for her own
private den into guest-room condition as nearly as it was possible to do
with articles of furniture borrowed from next door, and went down to
break the news to Mrs.
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