Miss Johnson had not departed very long before Margaret had another visitor--Dr. Twelves. He found her much more talkative than Dollie had done.
[CHAPTER XXIII]
MARGARET RESOLVES TO FIGHT
So soon as the doctor appeared in the doorway Margaret ran to him with outstretched hands, in her voice a curious, eager note.
"I knew you'd come!--I knew it!"
The doctor took her soft hands in his well-worn ones, regarding her from under the pent-house of his overhanging brows with his keen hawk's eyes, which age had not perceptibly dimmed, as if he sought for something which he fancied might be hidden in some corner of her face.
"Did you? How did you know it?"
"I don't know; but I did--I was sure."
"Maybe you've the gift of second sight. I've heard it said it was in your father's family."
"I wish I had; it would be the most useful gift I could have just now."