“And yet, madam,” returned the Doctor, “you would so much enjoy travelling. It is too bad that you cannot go abroad.”
“Perhaps I may. I have not thought of it, but as you speak of it, it seems to me that it might be very pleasant to go.”
“Aunt Peace!” exclaimed Mrs. Irving. “What are you thinking of!”
“Not of my seventy-five years, my dear; you may be sure of that.”
“Why shouldn’t she go?” asked Lynn. “Aunt Peace could go anywhere and come back safely. Everybody she met would fall in love with her, and see that she was comfortable.”
“Quite right!” said the Doctor, with evident sincerity.
“Flatterers!” she laughed. “Fie upon you!” But there was a note of happy youthfulness in the voice, and they knew that she was pleased.
“If you go, madam,” the Doctor continued, “it will be my pleasure to give you letters to friends of mine in Germany.”
“Thank you,” she returned, with a stately inclination of her head. “It would be very kind.”
“And,” he went on, “I have many books which would be of service to you. Shall I bring some of them, the next time I come?”