The Doctor, seated at his desk in the little office, looked up a moment.
"No, I don't think so. It is lack of judgment partially. A little tact and taste will fix her all right. Dutcher is fairly well-to-do, and she is all he has. He wrote me to get her what she needed, but I'll leave that to you girls."
Josie danced with delight. Buying things for yourself was fun, but buying for another was ecstasy!
"The poor child hasn't a dress that she can wear without alteration, and she is such a splendid creature, too. I can't conceive how they failed to fit her."
"It seems to me that putting her beside Josie is pretty hard on her. I am afraid you are not conversant with the wardrobe of farmer's girls."
"Well, I didn't suppose—and the other room is so small."
"O, well, it all depends upon Josie. Josie, come here."
The girl rose up, and he put his arm around her.
"Now, my kitten, you must be very careful not to allude to any little mistakes Rose makes."
"O, Uncle Ed—you know—"