"I am better," admitted Medfield.
"What put you back yesterday?"
Medfield looked at the ceiling. "Nobody seems to understand just what it was," he said quietly, "unless, maybe, Aunt Jane knows.... I think perhaps she understands the case—better than the doctor."
"She's a nice old woman!" said Julian pleasantly. "Comfortable to have around."
His father's glance was amused and a little critical. "How old do you suppose she may be, my son?"
"Oh—I don't know—fifty! Any age!" said the boy. "You don't think of age—with a woman like that. You just love her!"
His father smiled. "You have some sense, I see...."
"No, I don't want it!" He held up a warning hand. Miss Canfield had returned with his medicine. "I don't want it!" he said.
Miss Canfield smiled. "The doctor said you were to have it, sir."