Sunnie's face became grave.
"And there are prisoners, and crossing-sweepers, and children with hands cut off. That isn't pretence. Can't we do anything for them?"
"Yes," said Dr. Fergusson, "you can knit a scarf for an old crossing-sweeper that I know. You are always knitting for somebody, are you not?"
"That will be lovely. I will begin to-morrow."
Sunnie's face was beaming again.
"Have you many patients amongst the poor?" asked Jean, turning to the doctor.
"Yes, a good many. Would you like to visit some?"
"Oh, goodness, no!" said Jean hastily. "I can't bear to see suffering, and when dirt and poverty accompany it, it must be awful."
"It is sometimes. I suppose your artistic nature can only see beauty in beautiful surroundings?"
Jean looked at him.