CHAPTER VI
DOCTOR RICHARDS
Doctor Richards went slowly down stairs, Miss Armitage let herself in with her latch key.
“How is my little patient today?” she asked.
“Stronger in some respects. But I don’t quite like the heart action. And I’m afraid I haven’t improved it any.”
“Oh, you did not scold her—?” in a half upbraiding tone.
“No, no. But I coaxed that dream story out of her and several other things. In a year or two more those Borden babies will have her all worn out. So many of the little Cinderellas don’t get half a chance with life, the stolid ones do better. But she could hold an audience with that story, if she was not afraid of the audience,” smiling a little, “and the lovely expressions that flit over her face! She is not the usual child.”
“I’ve been a little afraid to think that. So 101 many of the child prodigies flatten out and make ordinary people.”