"It is kind of you to come," she said. "Grandmother will be glad to see you."
Maurice tried hard to look unconscious, but he could not help questioning her with his eyes. She flushed under his eager regard, and drew back a little.
"I am very glad of the chance to see—Mrs. Morison," he answered.
Bee flushed more deeply yet. Then she turned mischievously to Mrs.
Morison.
"Grandmother," she said, "it seems that Mr. Wynne came to see you and not me."
The old lady greeted him kindly.
"I am glad to see you looking so well, Mr. Wynne," she said. "I hope that your arm does not trouble you at all."
"Not at all. I was too well taken care of at Brookfield."
Mrs. Staggchase laughed, spreading out her hands.
"There," said she gayly, "you see! He has only been in my hands a few weeks, but I call that a very pretty speech."