“After the scuffle, and toil, and sorrow of the old days, nursing seems like a holiday to me, Master Ludlow,” she concluded; “and I am at home with the children for a day or two as often as I can be.”
“Johnny!”
The call was Bill Whitney’s, and I went into the other room. Helen was there, but not Tod. She and Bill were disputing.
“I tell you, William, I shall bring her in. She has asked to come. You can’t think how nice she is.”
“And I tell you, Helen, that I won’t have her brought in. What do I want with your Sophie Chalks?”
“It will be your loss.”
“So be it! I can’t do with strange girls here.”
“You will see that.”
“Now look here, Helen—I won’t have it. To-morrow is Mr. Carden’s day for coming, and I’ll tell him that I can’t be left in peace. He will soon give you a word of a sort.”