“He will come see you before he sails, will he not?” asked Molly.
“Of course! He may spend a month with us.”
“That will be splendid indeed.”
Nance said nothing, but the flames that sprang from the wood fire lit up a very rosy countenance.
“I must be going now. I only ran in for a moment to bring the news of my Andy and to see this little friend again. Come to see me, both of you,” and the doctor’s wife was gone.
“Molly! I should never have come to you!” said Nance the moment the door closed on their visitor. Katy, the Irish nurse, had come for the baby. Little Mildred had fallen asleep, her head in Nance’s lap.
“My darling girl! Why?”
“I can’t spoil Andy’s visit to his mother. If I am here, it will be spoiled.”
“Nance, how can you say so?”
“Because it is the truth. He will have to see me, and he hates me.”