"I'll get the violets for you," said the doctor, without looking at Mrs. Temple. "I know a nice, warm place where they live, and if you'll trust me I think I can find some fresh, sweet ones."
Elinor clasped her hands. "You're very nice," she assured him. "And if you won't give me any nasty medicine, I'll love you very much."
"I promise no nasty medicine," agreed the doctor, and their friendship was sealed. So well did it proceed that when the doctor took his leave, an hour later, Elinor hugged him frantically, saying, "Doctor, come to-morrow. I get so lonely, and so does mamma. I wish you'd come every day," and the doctor's smile answered the suggestion.
"Mamma," said the child, after the doctor had left them, "is that a very nice man?"
"Why, darling; yes—of course—yes—he is very nice."
"I fought so," she returned confidently. "Is he very 'spensive?"
"Oh, you mean—wealthy. I think so, enough so, at all events. What funny questions. Why do you want to know?"
"Just 'cause I like to ask funny questions. Mamma, do you like bread?"
"Why, you midget, you are just asking questions to tease your mudder. You know I like bread."