Ross reached out his hand, and drawing the kind-hearted woman toward him, kissed her on the cheek.
“Now tell me what it is,” she questioned, cheerfully.
“If it’s money——”
Ross shook his head.
“Not that! Not that!”
“Dear! Dear! What can it be then? Just tell me.”
“Not now. In a day or two.”
“Another invitation for some one? Well, you shall have a whole handful of blanks, and fill them out yourself. Will that do?”
“For the present, less than that will do, sister.”
“Well, as many as you like, and anything else you like. Now I begin to feel better, and will go down to Carter, like the mistress of her own house.”