Dr. Ballard gave her a quick look. "That's it. Waiting for patients," he quoted with perfect good humor.
"I suppose it's hard work building up a practice in a city as big as Boston."
"Quite hard work."
"Don't you get discouraged?"
"Why should I?"
"Oh, there must be so many obstacles, hindrances. Even if you are clever, there must be so many older men with established reputations. Great physicians, great surgeons."
"Precisely. That's the fun of it. The game wouldn't be worth playing, if 'twas easy to win out. It's hard. That's why I like it."
Katherine rose slowly, and stood in the window embrasure, looking down upon him thoughtfully.
"You've given me something to sleep on," she said. "I'll remember what you've said. 'The game wouldn't be worth playing, if 'twas easy.' And I have been whining because it is hard."
"Katherine!" shrilled a petulant voice, breaking rudely through the soft evening hush.