“Well, Andromedus, then—Drom for short. I’m sure his state was rocky enough to make it appropriate on that count,” laughed Sydney. “Good-by, doctor. We’re no end obliged. You think the poor fellow will pull through?”
“I’m sure of it, with your care,” said the doctor, holding the door for his visitors to depart, and watching them down the stairs. He liked the frank, warm-hearted pair immensely.
“Goodness, Sydney, it’s three—ten minutes past!” exclaimed Jan, glancing at the clock on the Grand Central Station.
“I don’t mind. Gwen will have luncheon saved for us—she’s a good fellow when there’s question of helping beasties,” said Sydney. “And I’m rather pleased to have made your acquaintance, Miss Lochinvar—the real Miss Lochinvar.”
“I’ve been just dying to know you, Syd. I miss Fred so dreadfully,” said Jan, smiling with irrepressible joy. “I think we might have real good times—” She stopped abruptly.
“Say, Jan,” said Sydney, not noticing her embarrassment. “You can run like a spider and you have courage and quick wit. Can you play tennis?”
“Why, I was girl champion at home!” cried Jan, blushing.
And Sydney slapped his leg, whistling with surprised pleasure. “The very thing!” he cried.