“What do you mean?” demanded Huntington uneasily.
“Marion’s going to nurse Haig. There’s no way any of us can stop her. She’s our cousin and guest, and we’ve got to show it. If they want to talk, we’ll give them something to talk about. I’ll go and nurse Haig too!”
Dead silence.
“Ah!” cried Hillyer.
“You’ll not!” roared Huntington.
“Watch me!” retorted Claire, turning swiftly, and running toward her bedroom. But halfway there she stopped. “No, don’t watch me! You just go and look after the cattle. Leave this Mr. Haig to us, and he’ll be the best friend you ever had before Marion and I get through with him.”
Hillyer, recovering from his amazement, stepped smiling to where she stood, and reached both his hands to her.
“Mrs. Huntington,” he said warmly. “You’re a peach!”
She laughed gaily, and put both her tiny hands in his, for just an instant.