"What sort of callers?"
"Neighbours, and friends."
"You are in a horribly poor locality. I noticed as I came through. Do you mean that you encourage these people to come to see you?"
"We use all the drawing powers we have, Bim and I."
"Do you mean to say," said she, bending forward, "that you are conducting a mission—here, in this place? When you ought to be just trying to get well? Oh, what would Doctor Brainard say?" Her tone was full of consternation.
Brown threw back his head and laughed, a big, hearty laugh which did not sound at all like that of an invalid.
"Brainard seems to be your special anxiety," he said. "Send him down to see me. I'll make him some flapjacks. If there's any one who appreciates good cookery it's Brainard."
"Don," said his sister slowly, studying the face before her, "what are you trying to do?"
"Accomplish a little something while I'm marking time."
"You ought to be resting!"