Mr. Waldron laughed. "You are a queer little girl!" he said.
"Yes, I suppose I am," answered Sophy resignedly. "Only I hope I'm not unpleasant."
When Dr. Norman returned he found the child and his patient on the best of terms. After placing Sophy in the carriage, he came back at Mr. Waldron's request for a few words.
"That's a funny child," began the old man, glancing up at the doctor. "She actually made me laugh! What are you going to do with her?"
"Take her home."
"Humph! I suppose I couldn't—couldn't——?"
"What?"
"Buy her?"
"Good gracious, Mr. Waldron! We are in the twentieth century!"
"Pity, isn't it! But there are many ways of buying without paying cash. See what you can do. She amuses me. I'll come down handsomely for her."