She went into the corridor and presently the song floated out after her—light-hearted, and gay with little tripping runs in it.
Aunt Jane heard the song faintly in the distance as she knocked on Herman Medfield's door, and her face smiled intently.
He looked up almost benignantly from his place in the window and laid the newspaper on his knees and nodded to her.
"Good morning. I was wishing you would come in!"
"You don't look as if you needed anybody," responded Aunt Jane. "You look first-rate! I'm pretty busy this morning," she added thoughtfully. She sat down.
He beamed toward her; and the sunshine flooding in behind him lighted up the quilted robe in a kind of radiant haze of blueness.
"It's a wonderful day!" said Medfield, motioning toward the window.
"I don't know as it's any better day than it was yesterday," replied Aunt Jane. "Better inside, maybe," she added significantly.
He laughed out. "Much better! I'm all ready for business." He pointed to a pile of papers lying on a chair beside him.