“I’m so interested in this coast country. It’s really beautiful.”
“In a week or so the weather will be getting very mild, then we’ll make a day of it when you have some time off,” Kitty promised.
After dinner Kitty excused herself to see about Billy, who had eaten earlier and been put to bed.
As she went down the hall she heard Hazel say to her father, “I’ve been wanting to tell you something I have just uncovered.”
Then for the first time Kitty felt certain that Hazel Dawson had come to the Bernard Hospital in the double capacity of nurse and investigator in behalf of her brother. In order to give them plenty of time for consultation she stayed in Billy’s room an hour, reading him bedtime stories.
His sleepy eyes had been closed some time when her father poked his head in the doorway and asked, “Kitten, aren’t you coming back to the living-room?”
She tried to smile disarmingly as she said softly, “Billy felt sort of out of it all. I had to make it up to him.”
“I want you to sing for Hazel,” he added as they went down the hall.
“Oh, please do!” exclaimed Hazel, who overheard them. “I’ve always wanted to hear you sing.”
“This old piano is terribly out of tune, and I’m out of practice, but I’ll try.”