Just then James came to the door with a disgusted look on his face. He glanced from one to the other in perplexity. Drusilla looked up.
"What is it, James?"
James was plainly embarrassed.
"I'd—I'd—like to speak to Dr. Eaton. I think I'd better speak to him first."
"What do you want to say to him you can't say to me? Has some one sent for him?"
"No—no—"
"Well, is it private? What you so nervous about, James? You look foolish."
"Well—well—"
"Say it! What is it?"
"Well, ma'am—there's another baby come."