"I am not so sure of that. Pink, one would never spend money any way, if one stopped because one could spend it some other way."
"But it ought to be always the best way."
"You can't tell what the best way is," said Norton. "I can't think of anything so good to do with this fifty dollars, as to make those two beds of bulbous roots."
Matilda sat thinking, not convinced, but longing very much to see the hyacinths and tulips, when a voice at the glass door behind her made her start. It was the doctor.
"Good morning. Is nobody at home?"
"Nobody but us," said Norton.
"Mrs. Laval gone out, eh?"
"Gone to New York, sir."
"To New York, eh? Ah! Well! Unfortunate!"
"What shall I tell her, sir, when she comes back?"