"Oh, I see! Well, never mind, child. There are lots of other days and this baby may need the services of a doctor often." And she accompanied them to the hall with a little light of understanding in her eyes as she watched Daphne's pouting face disappear in the motor. The young doctor came. He was a tall, broad-shouldered young athlete, not yet thirty, and his merry blue eyes and his cheery voice won Drusilla at once. They went to the gardener's cottage and inspected the baby. The doctor patted it and tickled it and tossed it in his arms until it was all gurgles of delight. "He's as sound as a dollar, Miss Doane," he said. "Couldn't be in better condition. He could run a Marathon this minute if his legs were long enough." Drusilla watched the proceedings with twinkling eyes. "Well, that's a new way to medically examine an ailin' child," she commented; "but it seems to work." "Ailing! He isn't ailing, Miss Doane. If he keeps this fit Mrs. Donald won't have to send for me often." "That's what I told Mr. Thornton; but he said I must have you." Dr. Eaton stopped tossing the baby and looked at Miss Doane in astonishment. "Are you telling me that Mr. Thornton asked you to send for me?" "Well," and Drusilla laughed, "he didn't exactly mention your name, but he said I should have a doctor for the baby." "I thought Mr. Thornton wasn't recommending me. Didn't he mention Dr. Rathman?" "Perhaps he did, but Miss Daphne seemed to feel that he was too old to answer a hurry call like this, so we sort of compromised, at least Daphne and me did, on you." There was a slight flush on the young man's face that did not miss the keen eyes of Drusilla. "Oh," he said, "I see." And then, in an attempt to change the subject: "Is this a new baby of Donald's? I haven't seen him around here before." "No," said Drusilla; "this is _my_ baby." Dr. Eaton looked at her, and then laughed with her. "Now what should I say, Miss Doane--many happy returns of the day, or--" "You jest say, Dr. Eaton, 'This _is_ a fine baby.' But come up to the house and have breakfast with me. I clean forgot it. And we'll talk it all over." They went slowly up the graveled walk to the breakfast-room, and over the coffee and the cakes Drusilla explained the unexpected arrival of the baby. "Now you know as much about it as I do," she ended; "and I suppose you'll say with Mr. Thornton that I'm a foolish old woman to say I'll take it. But it won't do you no good. I'm goin' to have my way, and I've found out in the last few weeks that I can get it, and I'm afraid it's spoilin' me. I'm goin' to keep the baby." The doctor leaned back in his chair. "May I light a cigarette? Thanks. That breakfast was corking. Now, about the baby. I think you are right. Why shouldn't you keep the baby?" "That's what I said--why shouldn't I?" "No reason in the world why you shouldn't."