“What’s the matter?” he inquired casually.
“I had arranged to have Mr. Withers meet the girls, but he seemed to feel that he had other things more important. He’s taking Miss Macdonald out to see some farm or something to-morrow. He always did have a craze for that.”
Dr. Knight on close acquaintance dropped all his drawing-room talk and expressed some very plebeian views of things. His direct observation now was,
“She’s the kind of girl who’d make him a great wife.”
“Yes,” she agreed, “the kind of girl whom every man advises every other man to marry, but never thinks of marrying himself.”
The doctor studied his fiancee with the candid speculation of a man endeavoring to adjust himself to an engagement which somehow seems to
have happened without his planning. He was not ill natured, but perfectly frank.
“What a little cat!” he said.
CHAPTER XIII.
“If you’d just come out with me to the hill place for one day,” Billy had pleaded. “I want to have something to take away with me to remember.”