She looked at him with a roguish smile. “What did you say to Miss Latrop about her hair? Isn’t it a lovely blond?”
“Oh! I never looked at it twice. Molasses color,” declared Pratt. “I don’t like such light hair.”
“Now, be still. Mrs. Edwards sent over word they are coming to see you to-morrow. If you are feverish I shan’t let them in.”
“My goodness!” gasped Pratt. “Not all of them coming, I hope?”
“Mrs. Edwards and Miss Latrop, anyway,” said Frances, seriously. “Now keep still.”
Pratt digested this for a while; then he held up one arm and waved it.
“Well? What is it?” asked the stern nurse.
“Please, teacher!”
“Well?”
“May I say one thing?”