"Never counted," acknowledged the doctor lazily. "I'll warrant Winnie can tell you right off the reel, Mrs. Hildreth. She's proud of her success—I heard her tell my mother so."
"I'll step over and look at her shelves some day," promised Mrs. Hildreth. "Dear me, I'm tired. But if I don't go to Bertha's now, I'll never get there. Tell Mr. Hildreth I'll be right back, if he asks you where I am."
She went heavily down the steps and disappeared across the lawn.
Richard dropped with an exaggerated thud.
"Another minute and my ankles would have given out!" he declared. "And she thinks it is work that tired her out."
"Well, it is," said Rosemary. "She works from five in the morning till nearly ten at night."
"But she could rest, if she only knew how," Richard protested.
"Ah, now you have it, Rich," said Doctor Hugh. "There's a great deal in knowing how to rest."
"There's no use in knowing how, when you can't rest if you want to," Jack complained bitterly.
"That isn't a very clear sentence, Jack," said the doctor. "Explain a little, won't you?"