“Oh, Juliet—” began Judith; “she doesn’t need an address to make all the salespeople pay her their most respectful attention. She——”
“I understand,” said Anthony. “That sweetly imperious way of hers when she shops—I remember it the first time I ever went shopping with her——”
Juliet gave him a laughing glance. “If I remember,” she said, “it wasn’t I who did all the dictating on that historic expedition when we furnished this house.”
“We’ve got to go shopping again,” Anthony informed them. “We’re planning to put a little wing on the house, opening from under the stairs in the living-room, for a nursery and a den.”
“Going to put the two together?” asked a new voice from the dimness of the lawn.
“Oh—hullo, Roger Barnes, M.D., F.R.C.S.—come up. No, I think we’ll have a partition between. But I want a room below stairs for Tony, Junior, so his mother won’t wear herself out carrying him up and down. That youngster weighs seventeen pounds and a fraction already.”
“I was confident I’d get some statistics if I came out,” said the doctor, settling himself near Juliet—with a purpose, as she instantly recognised. “It seemed to me I couldn’t wait longer to learn how much he had gained since I met Tony day before yesterday. It was seventeen without the fraction then.”
“That’s right—guy me,” returned Anthony comfortably. “I don’t mind—I’ve the boy.”
“I want a talk with you,” said the doctor softly to Juliet, as the others fell to discussing the project of the enlarged house. “I’ve got to have it, too—or go off my head.”