"I am not Doctor Kendrue's wife!" protested the little black figure bewilderedly. "Why—why I thought you were his wife," she confided with increasing confusion.
From the direction of the medicine cabinet the sound of some one choking was distinctly audible. Both girls rose instinctively to meet—only the Young Doctor's perfectly inscrutable face.
"Who now is eating a Miss—mis-apprehension?" beamed Solvei.
"Mrs. Kendrue is a patient of mine," affirmed the Young Doctor with some coldness.
"O-h," conceded the Norse girl with equal coldness. "A patient? That is most nice. But—" As though suddenly muddled all over again by this latest biographical announcement she threw out her hands with a frank gesture of despair. "If this should be a patient," she implored, "who then is the 'Other Adventure'?"
Behind the little black figure's back the Young Doctor lifted a quick warning finger to his lips. 104
"S-s-h!" he signaled beseechingly to her.
On Solvei Kjelland's forehead the incongruous frown deepened from perplexity into something very like impatience.
"Well certainly," she attested. "You are of a great sobriety in your office, but most wild on the doorstep. As for me," she confided, "it is of the piano and the piano only that I care!"
"That's just it," said the Young Doctor, "it is of the piano and the piano only that Mrs. Kendrue cares!"