“And mean sometimes.”
“Tell me what you know. Perhaps I can help him,” urged the Young Doctor. “I have helped more than one good man turn a sharp corner here.”
She caught his arm. “You are as good as gold.”
“You are—impossible,” he replied.
They talked of Crozier’s land deal and syndicate as they walked slowly towards the house. Mrs. Tynan met them at the door, a look of excitement in her face. “A telegram for you Kitty,” she said.
“For me!” exclaimed Kitty eagerly. “It’s a year since I had one.”
She tore open the yellow envelope. A light shot up in her face. She thrust the telegram into the Young Doctor’s hands.
“She’s coming; his wife’s coming. She’s in Quebec now. It was my letter—my letter, not your cable, that brought her,” Kitty added triumphantly.