"Nothing the matter with the world, that I know of," her visitor answered.
"Nice people, then—how's that?"
"Nothing the matter with the people but foolishness—plain foolishness. Good land! Shall we never learn anything!"
"Not till it's too late apparently," the doctor gloomily agreed, turning slowly in her swivel chair. "That boy never was taught anything to protect him. What did Rella know? Or for that matter, what do any boys' fathers and mothers know? Nothing, you'd think. If they do, they won't teach it to their children."
"Time they did!" said the old lady decidedly. "High time they did! It's never too late to learn. I've learned a lot out of you and your books, Jane Bellair. Interesting reading! I don't suppose you could give an absolute opinion now, could you?"
"No," said Dr. Bellair gravely, "no, I couldn't; not yet, anyway."
"Well, we've got to keep our eyes open," Mrs. Pettigrew concluded. "When I think of that girl of mine——"
"Yes—or any girl," the doctor added.
"You look out for any girl—that's your business; I'll look out for mine—if I can."