He had laughed at the time at her injured tone and angry eyes and he smiled now at the recollection. It was obvious that she did not like Dr. Harpe, and he was not sure, he could not exactly say, that he liked her himself, or rather, he did not entirely like this sudden and violent intimacy between her and Augusta, which brought her so constantly to the house. Some time he meant to ask Grandmother Kunkel why she so resented Dr. Harpe's presence. Dr. Harpe was seated in a porch chair, with one leg thrown over the arm, swinging her dangling foot, when Mrs. Symes appeared. She turned her head and eyed her critically, as she stood in the doorway. "Gus, you're gettin' to be a looker." Mrs. Symes smiled with pleasure at the compliment. "You are for a fact; that's a nifty way you have of doin' your hair and you walk as if you had some gumption. Come here, Gus." Dr. Harpe pushed her unpinned Stetson to the back of her head with a careless gesture; it was a man's gesture and her strong hand beneath the stiff cuff of her tailored shirtwaist strengthened the impression of masculinity. She arose and motioned Mrs. Symes to take the chair she had vacated while she seated herself upon the arm. "Where have you been all day?" There was reproach in Mrs. Symes's dark eyes as she raised them to the woman's face. "Have you missed me?" A faint smile curved Dr. Harpe's lips. "Missed you! I've been so nervous and restless all day that I couldn't sit still." "Why didn't you come over to the hotel?" Dr. Harpe was watching her troubled face intently. "I wanted to--I wanted to go so much that I determined not to give in to the feeling. Really it frightened me." Dr. Harpe's eyes looked a muddy green, like the sea when it washes among the piling. "Perhaps I was wishing for you--_willing_ you to come." "Were you? I felt as though something was _making_ me go, making me almost against my will, and each time I started toward the door I simply had to force myself to go back. I can't explain exactly, but it was so strange." "Very strange, Gus." Her eyes now held a curious gleam. "But the next time you want to come--_come_, do you hear? I shall be wishing for you." "But why did you stay away all day?" "I wanted to see if you would miss me--how much." "I was miserably lonesome. Don't do it again--please!" "You have your Phidias." There was a sneer in her voice. "Oh, yes," Mrs. Symes responded simply, "but he has been gone all day." "All day! Dreadful--how very sad!" She laughed disagreeably. "And are you still so desperately in love with Phidias?" "Of course. Why not? He's very good to me. Did you imagine I was not?" "Oh, no," the other returned carelessly. "Then why did you ask?" "No reason at all except that--I like you pretty well myself. Clothes have been the making of you, Gus. You're an attractive woman now." Mrs. Symes flushed with pleasure at the unusual compliment from Doctor Harpe. "Am I? Really?"