He looked up, and saw her clear eyes intent and full of light.
"It is healing beautifully!" she said. "I wish you could see it; it's a lovely colour now."
"It's a shame to give you all this trouble," said Geoffrey, trying to feel real contrition.
"Oh, but I like it!" he was cheerfully assured. "It's delightful to see a cut like this."
"Thank you!" said Geoffrey. "I used to feel that way myself."
"And the callous is going to form quickly in the arm, I am sure of it!" said Vesta, with shining eyes. "I am so pleased with you, Doctor Strong! And now—there! is that all right? Take the glass and see if you like the looks of it. I think the turban effect is rather becoming. Now—is there any one you would like me to go and see while I am out? Of course—I have no diploma, nothing of the sort, but I could carry out your orders faithfully, and report to you."
"Oh, you are very good!" said Geoffrey. "But—you would be gone all the—I mean—your aunts might need you, don't you think?"
"No, indeed! Aunt Phoebe is better—I gave her the drops, and Aunt Vesta is bathing her now with the lotion—I can take the afternoon perfectly well. Your case-book? this one? no, truly, Doctor Strong, it will be a pleasure, a real pleasure."
"You're awfully good!" said Geoffrey, ruefully.
"It is the most unfortunate combination I ever heard of!" said Miss
Phoebe Blyth.