"You do think she's beautiful, don't you?" she cried, with a smile that told she needed no answer.
"She's a dear—in every way," avowed Mrs. Thayer.
"And to think of all this coming to Burke Denby, without even a turn of his hand," envied the doctor. "Lucky dog! And to get you both! He doesn't deserve it!"
"But he isn't going to get us both!" Helen's eyes were twinkling, but her mouth showed suddenly firm lines.
The doctor wheeled sharply.
"What do you mean? Surely, now you aren't going to—to—" He stopped helplessly.
"He's going to get her—but not me."
"Oh, come, come, Helen, my dear!" protested two dismayed voices.
But Helen shook her head decidedly.
"Listen. I've got it all planned. You said he wanted a—a sort of private secretary or stenographer, didn't you?"