“I tell you, you must stay at home to take care of poor dear Edwin,” laughed Judy. “It would look terribly heartless for all of us to go leave him.”
“Oh, I forgot Edwin!” declared Molly, just as Kizzie came in with a stack of waffles. The girl looked at her mistress in astonishment. What was coming over her Miss Molly, “fergittin’ of the boss and then a-larfin’ about it?”
“Shall I take Andy up to see him?” asked Nance soberly.
“Perhaps!”
“Hadn’t we better take the kids along so their noise won’t disturb poor dear Brother Edwin?” suggested Judy, “Mildred and Cho-Cho and Poilu, the puppy.” Poilu was a diminutive mongrel, the love of Mildred’s heart.
“Oh, Mother, please, please!” begged Mildred.
“I’m so ’appee! I’m so ’appee!” sang Cho-Cho as Molly smiled her consent.
“They can play in the churchyard and will be good, I am sure,” she declared.
And so Nance was left to put in her finishing stitches, to receive her lover and to take care of the fictitious case of neuralgia.
“Hot cloths on his head if he is in very great agony,” Molly called back as the gay throng started for the war relief rooms. “There is more aspirin in the top drawer if he is in much pain.”