“Miss Quiston——” began the doctor.
“Yes.”
“Oh, it doesn’t matter. I was just thinking—are you so real to all your friends?”
“I have no friend like Betty.”
“That eases my mind.”
“Why?”
“A few friends like that and there wouldn’t be any singing teacher.”
Helen Quiston realized fully for the first time that the doctor was exactly a human being, having the various features of the species.
They were startled by a crash in the inner room. The nurse entered quickly to announce that a flower-pot containing a fuchsia had fallen from the window-sill.