They laughed; then the physician grew grave again.
“Well—I didn’t know,” was all that he said; but he left the table still wondering if he ought to send Dr. Abbe.
Of course, there was just a chance that Polly at the sweet-pea bed might not have been the brilliant objective point of the Doctor’s eyes. If only this had been the first time! Well, perhaps he and Polly could compromise on one of the others.
The girl, however, had no doubts concerning the wisdom of selecting the shy young surgeon for the House physician of Overlook, and within an hour she had settled the matter beyond recall.
Quite by chance Polly met Dr. Abbe while on her way to June Holiday Home. She was about to pass him with a pleasant word when she stopped abruptly.
“Oh, Dr. Abbe!” she cried, “have you seen father?”
The Doctor looked troubled.
“Not since dinner. Is he missing?”
“No,” laughed Polly. “I meant about Overlook. We were wondering at dinner how you would like the appointment.”
The young man’s face flamed. “Indeed, few things would give me as much pleasure.”