“Might what, my dear?”
“Might——” She leaned forward and whispered in his ear.
A hand went to his throat.
“Eh, why, is this one——”
“I’m afraid it is, daddy—very!”
“We’ve been so upset I guess your aunt must have forgotten to put out a clean one for me.”
“And I suppose it never occurred to the profound scientific intellect that it was possible for one to pull out a drawer and take out a collar for one’s self.” She crossed to the bureau and came back with a clean collar. “Now, sir—up with your chin!” With quick hands she replaced the offending collar with the fresh one, tied the tie and gave it a perfecting little pat. “There—that’s better! And now I must be off. I’ll send around a few policemen to keep the crowds off Aunt Rachel’s flower-beds.”
And pressing on his pale cheek another kiss, and smiling at him from the door, she hurried out.