"Am I interrupting?" she asked, as she sat down by the table.
"Not a bit. You never do."
"So glad, for I want to talk, Jack."
"What now? Is Phebe in mischief, or is Teddy proving obstreperous?"
"Neither; it's only this." And she repeated the substance of the children's conversation. "Now are you ready to do some missionary work, Jack?"
"Of course; anything you like. What is it?"
"May Jessie and Will come to your Christmas eve?"
"Ours," he corrected gently.
"No, yours. You know I've never been here for it, and it is all new to me. I don't want to crowd your good time; but the boy is so lonely."
"Have him, of course. The Savins is large enough to hold a few more, and he needs all the fun he can get," the doctor said heartily. "There's only one thing I am afraid of."