"Sit down, my dear!"
Cora sat down heavily on a little gilt chair.
"Are you hungry?"
"No, I thank you," she answered, true to her polite type.
Dr. Scott sat himself down on the second step.
"What does this return mean, my dear? You went away to have a change."
Cora looked at him, looked long at him. In that look certain messages passed from her to her father. For a long time she did not answer, then she burst into tears.
"I am not crying because I want to cry," said she angrily. "Or because I feel like crying. I am tired, that is why I cry. I came home because I couldn't stand the dullness."
"The dullness!" Dr. Scott was bewildered. "Of Atlantic City!"