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I run errands very nicely." "Oh, it isn't an errand." Aunt Amy smiled, for she liked Dr. Callandar and was always as simple as a child with him. His easy, courteous manner, which was the same to her as to every one else, helped her to be at once more like other people and more like herself. "It's a letter. I wanted Esther to read it to me.
Aunt Amy's vagueness vanished in a pleased smile and Callandar, as he sprang to open the gate, forgot all about the unread letter and everything else, save that she had come. Why was it, he wondered, that he could never recall her, save in dulled tints. Lovely as she had lingered in his memory, her living beauty was so much lovelier.
"There appears to be something loose or tight or something. If you'll just sit out on the grass a moment, Miss Esther, I'll see what it is." Esther descended. The grass was just as pleasant to sit upon as the car seat and she knew nothing whatever about the tricky ways of motors. "Just a moment," said Callandar for the third time, and disappeared behind the bonnet.
I've a very good memory, Esther. But somehow I'm not quite sure." "You will remember presently," said Callandar kindly. "We want to be quite sure that it was destroyed. You know, I explained to you, that Mary must take no more of that medicine. It is very dangerous...." "What does it do?" unexpectedly. "It is a kind of poison. It makes people very ill, so ill that in time they die."
"I don't care," she sobbed, "it might have lived anyway. It never had a chance to live." Living, just living, was with Ann clearly the great thing to be desired. Callandar stopped comforting and took the child on his knee. "I believe you've got the right idea, little Ann," he said. "It isn't so much the sorrow that counts or the joy either, but just the living through it.
Of course, as Mark says, your being a Presbyterian will make considerable diff'rence. Some folks thought Doc. Simmonds was pretty nigh an infiddle!" Too overcome by his feelings to answer, Callandar followed her up the narrow stair and into a clean bright room with green-tinted walls and yellow matting on the floor. Mrs.
It was clearly useless to reopen the subject of the prescription. For some reason Mrs. Coombe regarded it as a fetish. She would not trust it to Taylor's. She would not allow a doctor to see it; there remained only the suggestion of Dr. Callandar that it be inspected without her consent. Esther knew where the prescription was kept, but
With the knowledge that Henry Callandar was not quite as other men, had come an intense, delicious shyness; the aloofness of the maiden who feels love near yet cannot, through her very nature, take one step to meet it. There was no hurry.
Callandar, such a perfectly charming man in most respects, had a most absurd prejudice against patent medicines. This prejudice, common to the medical profession on account of patents interfering with profits, was, in Dr. Callandar's case, almost an obsession. Miss Milligan, being a sensible person, knew very well that there are patents and patents.
I suppose," with half-interested sarcasm, "that you'd give her cold water to drink if she asked for it?" "Certainly." "Well, I expect she knows better than to ask for it!" Feeling Ann's imploring gaze, Callandar resorted to diplomacy. "The fact is, Mrs. Sykes," he said pleasantly, "there really isn't very much wrong with Ann.
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