"I do not doubt it. How is she now—better?"
"Ever so much better! She doesn't say anything lately about wanting to die. I wish she had nice things to eat—I don't see how she stands sour bread and so much corned beef and mackerel and sausages."
Doctor Dudley shook his head musingly. "It is too bad—a magnificent building, and wretched household management."
"I wonder why they keep Miss Sniffen," Polly said.
"Probably she is agreeable to the trustees, and nobody calls their attention to anything wrong."
"Yes, I've seen her—when some of the officers came. She is as smiley as a goose! I hate her smile; it looks as if she didn't mean it."
"She is evidently not the woman for the place. I am sorry." The
Doctor glanced at his watch and rose abruptly.
"Got to go?"
"I ought to have gone earlier."
"Oh, dear! I wish other folks didn't need you all the time!" mourned Polly.