She came around to the other side of the bed; and Herman Medfield looked up at her—and glanced from her to his boy.
"This is my son, Julian, Miss Canfield." He was watching the two faces that confronted each other across the bed.
The young man's had lighted with a little look of admiration.
He held out his hand across the bed. "It's a long-distance introduction, isn't it?"
The girl took the hand quietly. "How do you do, Mr. Herman," she said pleasantly.
"I'm glad to meet you," said Julian out of a puzzled look; and the two hands fell apart.
Herman Medfield flashed a twinkle at her. "His name is not Herman," he remarked dryly. "Nor mine," he added after a minute. "'Herman' is for the hospital— Aunt Jane invented it."
"I see." The girl held it. "I wondered a little——"
"Don't let anybody else wonder," said Medfield. "I want to get rid of myself—for a while."
The young man smiled whimsically. "Where do I come in, sir?"