"
"Well, we can't find him," said Mrs. Sequin with resigned
cheerfulness. "He is probably in the Orient with Cropsie Decker. What
a magnificent bed this is! Do you suppose I could buy it? Country
people nearly always prefer new furniture."
The suggestion of a smile hovered over the Doctor's thin lips:
"Thornwood's possessions, I imagine, are not for sale."
"I suppose the extraordinary young person I met in the front hall was
Miss Carsey? What sort of a girl is she, anyhow?"
"Miss Lady?" The Doctor shifted his pillow. "An extremely nice girl, I
believe. Exceedingly sympathetic and attentive to all my wants, and
receptive to a remarkable degree. She has been reading to me daily,
and I find rather an unusual mind, undisciplined of course, but
original and interesting."
"But what amazing manners the child has! She greeted me in her bare
arms, and asked me to fit a dress for her when she had never seen me
before in her life. But she certainly is pretty! I haven't seen as
pretty a creature for years."
"Indeed!" said the Doctor, adjusting his eyeglasses. "I had not
observed it, especially. A fine, frank countenance, with dark eyes--
yes, I believe I did notice that she had chestnut eyes of unusual
clearness; I remember I did notice that.
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