“You could go, perfectly well, Miss Claxon,” said the doctor.
“No, I don't ca'e to go,” answered Clementina. “I'd ratha stay. If she should wake—”
“She won't wake, until long after you've got back; I'll answer for that. I'm going to stay here awhile. Go! I'll take the responsibility.”
Clementina's face brightened. She wanted very much to go. She should meet some pleasant people; she always did, at Miss Milray's. Then the light died out of her gay eyes, and she set her lips. “No, I told her I shouldn't go.”
“I didn't hear you,” said Dr. Welwright. “A doctor has no eyes and ears except for the symptoms of his patients.”
“Oh, I know,” said Clementina. She had liked Dr. Welwright from the first, and she thought it was very nice of him to stay on, after he left Mrs. Lander's bedside, and help to make her lonesome evening pass pleasantly in the parlor. He jumped up finally, and looked at his watch. “Bless my soul!” he said, and he went in for another look at Mrs. Lander. When he came back, he said, “She's all right. But you've made me break an engagement, Miss Claxon. I was going to tea at Miss Milray's. She promised me I should meet you there.”
It seemed a great joke; and Clementina offered to carry his excuses to Miss Milray, when she went to make her own.
She went the next morning. Mrs. Lander insisted that she should go; she said that she was not going to have Miss Milray thinking that she wanted to keep her all to herself.
Miss Milray kissed the girl in full forgiveness, but she asked, “Did Dr. Welwright think it a very bad attack?”
“Has he been he'a?” returned Clementina.