"Yes?"
"We just thought we'd call up and report the safe arrival of your ward and tell you how much we are enjoying her!"
"Yes? I trust she didn't turn up with any more lame, halt, or blind pets than you were able to handle."
"Oh no—no—not—at all!" I hastened to affirm. (Certainly it seemed no time to explain about poor Allan John.)
"But what I really called up to say," I hastened to confide, "is that she fainted this afternoon, and——"
"Yes?" crisped the clear incisive voice again.
"Fainted," I repeated.
"Yes?"
"Fainted!" I fairly shouted.
"Oh, I hardly think that's anything," murmured Dr. Brawne. His voice sounded suddenly very far away and muffled as though he were talking through a rather soggy soda biscuit. "She faints very easily. I don't find anything the matter. It's just a temporary instability, I think. She's grown so very fast."