Drusilla watched him walk down the drive, and then she went up to tell John of his visit. As they were talking, Dr. Eaton's card was brought to her and Drusilla asked him to be shown to John's sitting-room. Drusilla met him with a happy smile on her face.
"Come right in, Dr. Eaton. I'm always glad to see you. You're just youth and strength and it does my old eyes good to see you. John, this is Dr. Eaton, my family doctor. You didn't know I was an ailin' woman and have to have a doctor by the year."
John looked at her anxiously.
"You ain't sick, are you, Drusilla?"
"Oh, money gives you lots of diseases that you didn't know you had till you could afford 'em."
The doctor laughed.
"Miss Doane'll never be sick in her life, Mr. Brierly. She's good for twenty-five years of hard work yet."
"Don't speak that word to me, Dr. Eaton. I don't like the word work. It's stuck closer to me than a brother for too many years."
"Oh, but there's work and work. But am I interrupting your visit with Mr. Brierly?"
"No; I just been tellin' him about a visitor I had who comes from Adams, where we used to live when we was young. I wanted John to come and see him, but the man couldn't wait. He had to catch a train."