Cecil attempted no apology. He produced a bag of candy, and an apple nearly as big as his head.
“I thought you’d like these as you couldn’t go out to get any,” he said with tact.
Lee almost closed her eyes. She drew back. “You are so kind!” she said sarcastically.
Cecil must have had great ancestors. He replied never a word. He stood with both arms outstretched, the tempting offerings well within the door, and under Lee’s very nose.
Her eyes slowly opened. The corners of her mouth invaded her cheeks. Her hands rose slowly, fluttered a moment, then closed firmly over the tributes to her sex.
“Won’t you come in?” she asked graciously.
Cecil promptly closed the door behind him.
“I’m coming every afternoon to take care of your mother,” he announced.
“The idea of a boy being a nurse,” said Lee disdainfully; but she brought her lashes together again.
“You go and take a nap. Which medicine does she take next?”