She turned on him. "Now you are being selfish!—and spoiling everything!" It was full of reproach, but tinged with the happiness of the new wing....
"You see it's a child!" said Aunt Jane.
"A child?" He sat up. "Put her in there!" He motioned to the ward.
She shook her head. "She can't be put there at first—not right off. Her mother's coming with her— Your suite is the only place we've got." She gazed out over the balcony-rail—not to disturb his feelings—but he stirred uncomfortably.
"Of course the mother'll go home in a day or two," went on Aunt Jane. "They generally do go home.... They come here thinking nobody can do for their children but themselves—and then, somehow—in a day or two, they go home." She sat looking at him and beaming, and Medfield laughed.
"And you're proud of it!" he said.
"I'm not proud—exactly," said Aunt Jane. "But I do take comfort, doing for them—and knowing they're all happy—as happy as they can be, with their sufferings.... They are coming Friday afternoon, along about four. So if you could be ready to go at three——"
"I'm not going!"
She regarded him mildly.
"You can have your old suite for them—" He was like a boy, laughing at her. "But I won't go home!"