"Would you do the operating?" The big brown eyes opened wide in surprise.
"Sure. Why not?"
"Yon don't look as if you knew enough."
The doctor gasped.
"Well, I mean you haven't got any white hair and wrinkles," Peace explained, perceiving that she had said something amiss. "You look as if you hadn't been a man for a very long time. But p'r'aps you know more than folks would think. Have you talked to Grandpa about it?"
"Yes, and he is willing to take the chance if you are."
"Well, that's something,—from him. It was ever so long before he would let Dr. Coates operate. You must know your business or he'd never have said yes. When will it happen?" she asked.
"In a couple of days or so—"
"That soon?"