Carol looked uncomfortable. "Why, yes, I was, just for a second."
"She tells me you've been running in nearly every day since she took sick."
Carol bent sharply inquiring eyes upon her father. "What else did she tell you?"
"She said you were an angel."
"Y-yes,—she seems somehow to think I do it for kindness."
"And don't you?"
"Why, no, father, of course I don't. It's only two blocks out of my way and it's such fun to pop in on sick folks and show them how disgustingly strong and well I am."
"Where did you get the money for that basket of fruit?"
"I borrowed it from Aunt Grace." Carol's face was crimson with mortification. "But it'll be a sweet time before Mrs. Harbert gets anything else from me. She promised she wouldn't tell."
"Did any of the others know about the fruit?"