Twice Jean's lips opened but the words would not come.
"Well, since silence gives consent, I take it that you will try it."
"I shall be very glad."
"Then it's settled. Let me see; I suppose you'll have to give the paper some kind of notice?"
"No. The managing editor never recognizes any such obligation when the work isn't satisfactory. And it's only the other way round. I'd like to begin with you right away."
"You can if you want to. It's your own affair. We're in the throes of the summer camp and two of our regular workers will be away for the next three months attending to that. How about next Monday?"
"Perfect," Jean said, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Now we'll have some tea."
Dr. Mary touched the bell and a few moments later a maid brought in the tea things. The doctor had a fund of stories, humorous, pathetic, all human, and she told them well. It was almost six when she rang for the maid to take away the cups and then it was too late to show Pat over the building.
"Never mind. You'll come again and very soon, and I shall not let you escape without explaining every detail."