Aunt Jane's gaze travelled out over the roofs, to the greenhouse and its glass flashing back the sunlight. She sighed.
"Well—I'll go. I'm too busy, and I ought not to take time.... I don't see how I can spare time to go. But you're so obstinate—" She looked at him appealingly.
He shook his head.
"Well—I'll go with you—" said Aunt Jane. "It won't take long—going in a car."
And Herman Medfield smiled, looking out across the roofs to his home.
[XL]
At last Herman Medfield was ready to leave the Berkeley House of Mercy. He stood on the top step, looking contentedly down at the car that waited for him.