“She’s the finest woman God ever made,” said Molly quietly. “She’s done everything in the world for me. She’s worked and slaved so that I could have an education—and all the things she’s never been able to have.”
Dr. Joe understood all that she meant him to understand, and he loved her for it. Yes, he admitted that he loved her. He knew it wasn’t the proper time to love her; he had only seen her twice. But he did, just the same.
“Molly Ryan!” he said.
Even the tips of Miss Ryan’s ears grew red.
“I—I can’t think about anything but grandma just now,” she said. “I’m—I’m so worried about her!”
“I’ll look after her,” said Dr. Joe. “I’ll see that she doesn’t go out scrubbing any more. I’ll look after Frankie, too; and if you’ll only let me—”
“There’s the doorbell!” cried Molly.
“I’ll go!” said Dr. Joe.
“Oh, do please eat your nice hot lunch!” said she.
“Won’t have you waiting on me!” he returned.