"You see," Miss Lady went on, unconsciously, "you have taken Daddy's
place in so many ways that I have been depending on you for
everything. It makes me awfully lonesome when I think of your leaving.
Down here you have just belonged to Miss Wuster and me, and once you
get back to town you will be the famous Doctor Queerington again and
belong to everybody. I shan't dare write to you for fear I spell a
word wrong."
"Indeed, I shall expect a weekly letter reporting the progress of your
studies, and I shall come to see you from time to time and help you
with your plans for the future."
"Yes, but it won't be the same. We will sit in the parlor, and you'll
be company, and I shall be afraid of you. I am always afraid of you
the minute I get out of your sight."
"What nonsense! I never criticize anything but your pronunciation, and
an occasional exaggeration of statement. If I have seemed severe--"
"You haven't! You've been an angel! When I think of all the time you
have taken from your writing to help me, I am ashamed for letting you
do it."
"You must not think," said the Doctor slowly, "that I have been wholly
disinterested.
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