"You said she could use a hundred dollars," he replied.
"Now, wasn't that good in you!" She beamed on him and on his goodness.
He received it complacently. "I only wish there were something more I could do—for you." He said it carefully. He did not look at her now. He wanted to be sure she took it in—and he did not want to flustrate the meek quiet of her face.
A little light crept into the face—half guilty. "I've been planning to ask you for something," she said, "kind of screwing up my courage."
"Ask away—what is it?" He looked at her as Ahasuerus may have looked on Esther.
"You sit down, Mr. Medfield," said Aunt Jane.
"Is it as bad as that?" He laughed and sat down, regarding her quizzically.
"Go ahead!"
"It's a new wing—" said Aunt Jane.