“Oh, Dr. Wright! Is that where you were going when Gwen saw you so early this morning?”
“Yes!”
“I think you are very good to take that tramp for Gwen,” she said, taking the bulky wallet in her hand.
“I didn’t take it for Gwen, but for you.” Gwen had left the tent for a moment.
“But you would have done it for Gwen, I am sure.”
“Yes, of course, but perhaps not on an empty stomach,” laughed the doctor. “But why don’t you open the pocketbook?”
“Because it is Gwen’s! She must be the one to open it.”
“But you are not sure it is hers. I brought it for you to have the pleasure of opening it.”
“Yes, I am sure it is hers, and I’d take more pleasure in seeing her open it than doing it myself.”
Just then Gwen returned with a pitcher of fresh water. Helen held up the wallet and said: