“Ah, my beautiful daughter of the South, it’s good to see you shining here in the midst of the splendours of the Hub, the fairest of them all!” he said shaking her hand feelingly.
“You mean pining, not shining,” she protested.
“That’s better still. I knew your heart was in the right place!”
“How is he, Doctor?” she asked.
“He’s trying to pull himself together with his work, and succeeding. The shock of a great sorrow has steadied his nerves, broadened his sympathies, and it will make him a man.”
A look of longing came over her face. “I don’t want him to be too strong without me,” she faltered.
“Never fear. He’s so despondent at times I have to try to laugh him out of countenance.”
She smiled and pressed his hand for answer as he rose to go.
“How do you like these Yankees, Miss Sallie?”
“I’ve been surprised and charmed beyond measure with everything I’ve seen!”