"Thank you," said Kenneth, "but it can wait. I will go with you at once, major."
But the major would not hear of it.
"There is no hurry," he insisted. "Besides you ought to hear the story of her fright before seeing her, and may as well do so while breaking your fast."
Kenneth yielded, for he had not tasted food since early morning, and felt in sore need of it.
"What can we do for her?" asked the major in conclusion.
"Divert her mind from the subject as much as possible," returned the doctor. "Dosing is not what she needs."
"My opinion exactly," responded the major, "but I must crave your assistance in applying your prescription."
"Certainly, my dear sir, I will do my best."
It was a fair summer evening, the sun just touching the treetops, as Kenneth left his office in company with the major.
People were gathered about the doors of their dwellings or places of business, the day's work done for most of the men, though the busy housewives still plied the needle, sewing or knitting; thus exemplifying the truth of the old adage, "Man's work is from sun to sun, but a woman's work is never done."