"Yes, Mr. Jefferson Birch," she responded. "Is the house on fire?"
"Not a bit, but I'm anxious for your hearing. I've been roaring gently
all over the house without a result, except to scare three patients in
Andy's office. Won't you come down?"
She descended slowly, but she neither clung to the rail nor sat down to
rest half-way, as she had done when she first came under the Churchill
roof.
Her face was acquiring the soft bloom of a flower, her eyes were full of
light and interest. She still looked slim and frail, but she was
beginning to show signs of waxing health very pleasant to see for those
who had grown as interested in her as if she were a young sister of
their own.
"I've an invitation for you from Carolyn Houghton for an impromptu
sleigh-ride to-night. Don't you suppose you can go? I'll take all sorts
of care of you and see that you don't get too tired. You've met Carolyn;
she's a jolly girl to know, and she told me to bring you if possible."
Evelyn dropped into a chair. "Oh, how I should love to go!" she said. "I
never went on a sleigh-ride like that in my life.
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