Drusilla laughed.
"Yes, you look worried to death; but I won't scold you. You don't git much chance to talk alone together, and I suppose you wanted to discuss the latest improvements in medicine. It's a big subject and would take time."
"Oh, no, we didn't talk at all—the doctor—was busy—"
The doctor laughed.
"What is it you want to see me about, Miss Doane?"
"I want to talk to you about mothers and their babies. I'll tell you all about it after dinner. Daphne's goin' home and you and me and John'll set down and talk it all over. John ain't no good; he ain't what you call sensible, but he's comfortable. And I got some new things on my mind.
"Yes," broke in Daphne. "Miss Doane has been visiting our Settlement."
The doctor smiled.
"What do you think of it?"
Before Drusilla could reply, Daphne said: "What do you think Dr. Eaton calls them, Miss Doane? It's dreadful. He calls them the 'decayed gentle ladies' refuge.'"