CHAPTER VIII
ALL ABOUT AN UNOPENED LETTER
"What's this you've been doing?" asked the Young Doctor, with a quizzical smile. "We never can tell where you'll break out."
"Kitty Tynan's measles!" she rejoined, swinging her hat by its ribbon.
"Mine isn't a one-sided character, is it?"
"I know one of the sides quite well," returned the Young Doctor.
"Which, please, sir?"
The Young Doctor pretended to look wise. "The outside. I read it like a book. It fits the life in which it moves like the paper on the wall. But I'm not sure of the inside. In fact, I don't think I know that at all."
"So I couldn't call you in if my character was sick inside, could I?" she asked obliquely.
"I might have an operation, and see what's wrong with it," he answered playfully.
Suddenly she shivered. "I've had enough of operations to last me awhile," she rejoined. "I thought I could stand anything, but your operation on Mr. Crozier taught me a lesson. I'd never be a doctor's wife if I had to help him cut up human beings."