"At Mrs. Purdy's. She's going to take care of Ted for me."
"Ted? Oh! I forgot. How old is he now?"
For the first time Dan's face lit up with his fine, rare smile.
"He's four, Nance, and the smartest kid that ever lived! You'd be crazy about him, I know. I wonder if you couldn't go out there some day and see him?"
Nance showed no enthusiasm over the suggestion; instead she gathered up her muff and gloves and, leaving a message for Mr. Clarke with the stenographer, prepared to depart.
"I am thinking about going away," she said. "I may go out to California next week."
The brief enthusiasm died out of Dan's face.
"What's taking you to California?" he asked dully, as he followed her into the hall.
"I may go with a patient. Have you heard of the trouble they're in at the
Clarkes'?"
"No."