“My work’s done,” she said. “Ye’ve tould me ye’d make a doctor of him, an’ ye’ll do it. Good day to ye, doctor dear!”
“Here! Wait a minute!” he called. “I’d like to speak to you. Come in and have lunch with me.”
Katie stopped and faced him again, and he was aware of a fine dignity in her.
“Ye’d ask an ould woman like me to sit down at the table with ye?” she inquired gravely.
Dr. Joe flushed a little.
“I have asked you,” he said.
Her keen little eyes were still fixed on his face.[Pg 268]
“Then ye’re not one o’ thim that—then ye’d not think the worse of Frankie if his parents wasn’t the grand, rich people they are?”
“See here!” said Dr. Joe. “You have some mighty queer ideas!”
“It is not myself has the queer ideas,” said she. “It’s others has thim. I’m an ould woman, an’ I have seen a lot. If Frankie’s parents wasn’t Mr. and Mrs. Mortimer Depew of New York, he’d niver have been took into that academy; but they writ a latter, the two o’ thim, and he is there.”