George stood with his hands dripping water an instant, thinking deeply.
"Well said for once, old lady," he agreed. "You are just exactly right."
He hurried to his room, and put on his coat.
"A patient that will be a big boom for me," he boasted to Kate as he went down the hall.
Mrs. Holt stood listening at the hall door. Kate walked around the dining room, trying to occupy herself. Presently cringing groans began to come from the room, mingling with George's deep voice explaining, and trying to encourage the man. Then came a wild shriek and then silence. Kate hurried out to the back walk and began pacing up and down in the sunshine. She did not know it, but she was praying.
A minute later George's pallid face appeared at the back door: "You come in here quick and help me," he demanded.
"What's the matter?" asked Kate.
"He's fainted. His heart, I think. He's got everything that ever ailed a man!" he said.
"Oh, George, you shouldn't have touched him," said Kate.
"Can't you see it will make me, if I can help him! Even Mother could see that," he cried.