“Then you don’t mind?”
“Oh, no.”
“Would you mind if Archie did?”
“Did what? Gallanted around with the girls? It isn’t his way, but if he did I should think—I mean if he were attentive to any one lass, I should think it meant something serious.”
Jeanie laughed a little consciously. “It is strange what gossiping nonsense one hears. I don’t listen to it all, do you, Nancy?”
“Why, I suppose I listen, but I don’t heed it always. What tale have you been hearing, Jeanie?”
“Oh, nothing of any consequence. Tell me of your father, Nancy.”
“He is steadily improving; the bandages are to be taken off to-morrow. There is no fever now, and the doctor thinks there is no further cause for anxiety; but he will not let father talk, and we cannot tell how far the trial has been successful.”
“That is very good as far as it goes. Would you like me to stay and help to-night?”
“No, thank you; there is no need. He sleeps well now, and Mrs. Hunter will be here.”