Volume Two—Chapter Five.
Although an Old Maid.
“Well, doctor?”
“Well, Miss Raleigh.”
“You do not bring him round.”
“I don’t. He is worried mentally, and I can’t get at his complaint.”
“Why not take him away, and give him a complete change?”
Doctor Scales injured John Monnick’s beautiful turf, that he had been at such trouble to make grow under the big mulberry tree, by suddenly screwing round his garden-seat, to stare in Aunt Sophia’s face. “I say,” he exclaimed, “are you a reader of thoughts or a prophetess?”
“Neither. Why?”