The world
seemed to her not only very beautiful, but very lonesome, and the vow
of eternal celibacy, made to Uncle Jimpson, loomed large and terrible
in the presence of Miss Ferney.
"Oh, here you are," said the nurse, coming around the house; "the
Doctor has been refusing to lie down until you come out to the garden.
He says he needs you for something. Deliver me from convalescents!"
Miss Lady laughed and ran down the path to the garden, where the
Doctor greeted her with his rarest smile. The rest of the morning they
pored over manuscripts, sorting notes, and making corrections, she
happy in having even a tiny share in his great work, and he finding
her enthusiasm and interest a welcome condiment to stir his jaded
appetite for his task. Meanwhile, a bedraggled little rose languished
unnoticed beneath the manuscript of "The History of Norman Influence
on English Language and Literature."
CHAPTER XI
For three hundred and sixty-five days Myrtella Flathers held
undisputed sway in the house of Queerington. The Doctor's semi-
invalidism, after his return from Thornwood, threw all responsibility
upon her, and while she permitted him to wear the crown, it was she
who wielded the scepter.
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