She accepted it. "Well—if there was—there's one thing she could make a good deal of use of—if she had it. I've thought about it——"
"Yes— That's what I want!"
"It's expensive," said Aunt Jane.
"We can talk about that later."
She sighed. "It seems kind of ridiculous!... I don't suppose you'll understand, maybe?" She looked up at him.
"I'll try—I don't think there are many things you could say that I should not understand," he said softly.
Aunt Jane's glance hastily sought the teacups. "It's a kind of little home for me." She looked at him as if begging him not to make fun of her.
"You don't mean you want to leave your hospital!" It was half amused and wholly alert, and the question darted at her.
She caught it with a quick shake of the muslin cap. "I don't ever want to live anywhere except in the House of Mercy," she said.