"Amusement be hanged! You know I hate children."
"I know you say so."
Mr. Waldron growled.
"She is not so very small," went on the doctor—"about seven or eight, I think."
"Humph! Young enough to be a nuisance! A girl, eh?"
"Yes."
"Girls are not so bad as boys," he admitted.
"No, so some people think—good-morning." Dr. Norman went towards the door.
"A girl, you say?" growled old Mr. Waldron again.
"Yes; good-morning."