“If you look upon id dat way, Peter,” sighed the doctor.
“With sentiment,” went on Peter, “I have nothing to do; but duty—duty is quite another thing.” Peter, feeling himself an ancient Roman, thanked the doctor and shook hands with him.
Tommy, summoned, appeared.
“The doctor, Tommy,” said Peter, without looking up from his writing, “gives a very satisfactory account of you. So you can stop.”
“Told you so,” returned Tommy. “Might have saved your money.”
“But we shall have to find you another name.”
“What for?”
“If you are to be a housekeeper, you must be a girl.”
“Don’t like girls.”
“Can’t say I think much of them myself, Tommy. We must make the best of it. To begin with, we must get you proper clothes.”