“See here!” he said reproachfully. “You ought to be in the waiting room. Patients aren’t allowed to sit out here.”
She rose.
“I am not one o’ thim,” she said. “It’s business I’ve come to see ye about.”
“Selling something?” asked Dr. Joe.
If she was, he meant to buy it.
“I am not,” she answered calmly. “I came to see ye about the bye.”
“Buying what?”
“I mean the young bye—the lad—” she began, when Mrs. MacAdams appeared in the doorway of the dining room.
“Your lunch is on the table, doctor,” she announced, in a faint, sad voice. “I told that person—”
“I’ll wait,” said the person.