“Here she is!” There was great relief in Peter’s voice. “Miss Strong, my aunt, Mrs. Wetherly.”
“Mrs. Moore sends you her best love, and wants you to get thoroughly rested, so that you can see her the first thing in the morning, Mrs. Wetherly. She says you are not to let them frighten you.”
As if by magic the formidable frown faded from Aunt Lucia’s forehead. She smiled approvingly at the nurse.
“Very well. I should like to ask you a few questions—Clarice was always thoughtful.”
They moved away together. The two men stared at each other.
“How do you account for that?” Belden queried.
“Oh, it’s her calm way and her voice. You want to do everything she says. Norah says she’s sure Mrs. Moore will get well now, with her to take care of her. By George, Will, if she pulls Caddy through it’ll be worth her while, I tell you.”
“Oh, they always do their best. And they all have that habit, I fancy. It’s part of the training.”
Peter looked up surprised.
“You don’t like her, eh?”