"Must I not? Has any one undoctored him?"
"Oh, mamma, you understand," said Bell.
"I understand," said Lily, going up to the doctor, and giving him her cheek to kiss, "he is to be my brother, and I mean to claim him as such from this moment. I expect him to do everything for us, and not to call a moment of his time his own."
"Mrs. Dale," said the doctor, "Bell has consented that it shall be so, if you will consent."
"There is but little doubt of that," said Mrs. Dale.
"We shall not be rich—" began the doctor.
"I hate to be rich," said Bell. "I hate even to talk about it. I don't think it quite manly even to think about it; and I'm sure it isn't womanly."
"Bell was always a fanatic in praise of poverty," said Mrs. Dale.
"No; I'm no fanatic. I'm very fond of money earned. I would like to earn some myself if I knew how."
"Let her go out and visit the lady patients," said Lily. "They do in America."