Old Mr. Waldron growled. "Flaunting your good deeds to draw this badger, eh? Well, where do I come in?"
Dr. Norman's Proposal
"Let me bring the child here. Let her be cared for under your roof. Her father is poor—he cannot afford nurses and the paraphernalia of a sick-room."
"So I am to turn my house into a hospital for the sick brat of nobody knows who—a likely tale! Why, I haven't even heard the father's name!"
"He is my friend, let that suffice."
"It doesn't suffice!" roared the old man, working himself into a rage. "I call it pretty cool that you should come here and foist your charity brats on me!"
Dr. Norman took up his hat.
"You requested me to see if the father would allow you to adopt the child——"
"Adopt; did I say adopt?"
"No; you used a stronger term—'buy,' I think it was."