"Isn't that great?" she demanded.
"Superb," he teased. Then he smiled approval at Ruth. "Good idea, Larry," he added to his nephew. "Glad you thought of it."
"I didn't think of it. Tony did. You really approve?" The gray eyes were a little anxious. Larry was by no means a know-it-all doctor, as his sister accused him. He had too little rather than too much confidence in his own judgment in fact.
"I certainly do. Go to it, little lady. May be the best medicine in the world for you."
"Now you are talking," exulted Ted. "That's what Tony and I said and Larry wanted to execute us on the spot for daring to have an opinion at all."
"Scare you much to think of it?" Doctor Holiday asked Ruth, prudently ignoring this last sally.
"A good deal," sighed Ruth. "But I'll try not to be too much scared if
Larry will go too and not let people ask questions."
The young doctor had long since become Larry to Ruth. It was too confusing talking about two Doctor Holidays. Everybody in Dunbury said Larry or Doctor Larry or at most, respectfully, Doctor Laurence.
"I'll let nobody talk to you but myself," said Larry.
"There you are!" flashed Tony. "You might just as well keep her penned up here in the yard. You want to keep her all to yourself."