Mary shook her head in reproachful protest.
“Don't tease me, dear doctor man. I've just this one day more with you. I'm counting each precious hour.”
“Forgive me!” he cried gayly. “I won't tease you any more. Come, we'll run over now and see our neighbor's new bungalow before you go. You admire this one and threaten to duplicate it. He has built a better one.”
“I don't believe it.”
“You'll go?”
“If you wish it——”
“Good. We'll take the boy, too. He can drive his new wagon the whole way. It's only half a mile.”
CHAPTER XXIX. THE NEW MAN
The door of the bungalow stood wide open. Mary paused in rapture over the rich beds of wood violets that carpeted the spaces between the drive and the log walls.