"I hope it hasn't been too much for that excitable brain of hers," said Mrs. Corner as Nan went out.
"Nan will always be intense," replied Miss Helen. "We can't deprive her of such joy as she finds in music because of that."
"No, but she does enjoy things with such a vengeance."
"And suffers in proportion. That is the way she is built, Mary."
"Like her father, very like."
"Dear Jack. Yes, she is like him."
The two sat lost in thought for a while. Presently Miss Helen spoke. "How old is this Dr. Paul Woods?" she asked. "I have almost forgotten. He was away at college while we were at Uplands."
"He is not more than twenty-three or four. A very bright young man and a fine one. I've known him since he was born. His father has always been our family physician, you know, Helen, and Mrs. Woods is one of my dearest friends."
"Yes, I remember that. Mother always preferred Dr. Harley, so I never saw much of the Woods," said Miss Helen folding up her newspaper and rising. "It is bedtime, Mary."
"I know. I am going." But Mrs. Corner sat for another half hour, her book unnoticed before her.