“Perhaps it would be well to have a dietitian along,” she answered. “Only Benedicta may object.”
“We won’t ask her permission. It shall be Mrs. Daybill and Miss Curtis, then.”
“No, no! I don’t need Miss Curtis. I’ll tell you what I have thought of,” she went on. “You know, Lilith hasn’t been feeling quite up to the mark lately, and she is so handy with children, I have been wondering if it wouldn’t be a good plan to ask her to go with us. I am sure she would like nothing better.”
“First-rate. Unless the children are really ill Lilith will do as well as any one.”
“Of course, we must have a physician. Can you spare Dr. Abbe?”
Her father gave a little laugh. “He must be obviously fit, since we both had him in mind.”
“And I, too,” smiled Mrs. Dudley.
Polly clapped her hands softly. “He is so shy,” she explained, “I think he will do better than any one else. He won’t be bothering round—like Dr. Marston, for example.”
“Dr. Abbe is a fine young fellow,” commented the physician.
“And a good doctor, isn’t he?”