Then making a wry face and evidently referring to the wine: "Is it very bitter?"
"Not very; but you must swallow every drop."
"And I will order the wine," said Olive, touching the bell. "You know, Dr. Vaughan, that Madeline leaves us in the morning?"
"No?" in surprise. "Must you go so soon?"
"Yes," demurely, "unless I am forbidden."
"We are too wise to forbid you to do anything you have set your heart on. Then I must tell you good-by here and now, for a little time."
"Or a long one," gravely.
"Not for a long one. 'If the mountain won't come,' you know;—well, if I don't get very satisfactory reports from you, look out for me."
"You can't get at me," wickedly.
"Can't I? Wait and see. I'll come as your grandfather, or your maiden aunt."