"Lying down," answered Rosemary, beginning to purl. "She didn't expect you for an hour. Sarah and Shirley went to town with Warren--he had to go over and get a bolt or something, so Mother let them go. How far has Mr. Greggs got with the building, Hugh?" "Well, you know he isn't naturally swift," said the doctor cautiously, "and he and his helper have more labor troubles than any union I ever heard of--they differ continuously. But I will say that the lawn is piled high with lumber and bricks and I never come home at night that I don't have to chase a dozen boys away--kids who think I'm a grouch because I won't have them breaking their necks at my front door. Jack Welles says I ought to take patients wherever I find them and not be too particular." "Tell me about Jack," Rosemary said, smiling. "Jack is the same old Jack," declared the doctor. "He works in the garden, when his father makes him, and he goes fishing as often as the law allows. I believe he and half a dozen of the high school boys are going camping next week and Jack is counting on coming up here in August when I take my two weeks off. He's determined to work--asked me to speak to Mr. Hildreth about a job while I am here." "Warren and Richard will be glad, if he does come," asserted Rosemary. "They think Mr. Hildreth ought to have another man all the time--Warren was grumbling because he had to go after the bolt this afternoon; he said it would put him back two hours." The doctor watched the busy needles clicking placidly for several minutes. Then-- "And now, as we feel a little more serene," he said quietly, "suppose you tell me what was the trouble when I came." "The trouble?" fenced Rosemary. "What trouble?" "She thinks she can fool me," said Doctor Hugh, apparently addressing his remark to the solitary white hen that wandered around a bush on the lawn at that moment. "She thinks I don't know the signals--those famous storm signals. She thinks I didn't know the moment I looked at her that she wanted something she couldn't have." "I had--an argument," admitted Rosemary with hot cheeks. "It was all Winnie's fault." "Yes?" said her brother politely. "It was, Hugh, honestly it was. Winnie is as good as gold, but I do wish she wouldn't try to look after me, as she calls it. I can look after myself. Mother would let me do lots of things, if it wasn't for Winnie." "Here, here, you'll have to take out all that knitting, if you're not careful," warned the doctor, for the blue eyes were stormy again and Rosemary was knitting furiously. "What was this particular argument about?" "I want to sleep outdoors," explained Rosemary. "I could take out a quilt and spread it on the grass and a blanket to cover me--I've never done it and it would be such fun. And Winnie says if I must be crazy can't I wait till I get back to Eastshore? As if anyone ever slept out on the grass in town where everyone can see you!"