"Now, Daphne, don't talk to me about the summer home! You know we got a big lot of things and people that always is asking me for money. I git a heap of letters every morning from preachers, and charity workers and beggars and poor people, and people who are trying to make a fool of me, and git my money. I guess there ain't a person in New York or an institution that's got a want, but they feel that it won't do no harm for to try me." "Why, I didn't know you were bothered. Why don't you have them all sent to Father?" "Humph--mighty little attention they'd git. No, I go over 'em all myself, with Dr. Eaton. You didn't know he was my private advisor, did you? He's a fine young man and he's got a head on his shoulders; and him and me go over all the letters and them that he thinks that is honest, he sees, and then he tells me what he thinks we had better do. He's got sense and don't let me git foolish, because sometimes the letters or the cases is so pitiful that I can't help cryin', and generally them's the ones he finds is no good. I been visitin' institutions with him, orphan asylums, and rescue homes. We got a lot of new babies and their mothers comin' to the house next week; we got them from the hospitals. He's workin' out a plan for me, and now I want to talk to him about them mothers and the country. We are going by his office, as I can't wait until he comes out to-night." Daphne flushed. "We might take him out with us." "That's a good idea, Daphne. You go up to his office and tell him to come down an we'll take him home. I want to talk and he can stay to dinner." "Can't I stay too--" shyly said Daphne, slipping her hand into Drusilla's. Drusilla looked down at her and laughed. "No, you can't. Your father wouldn't like it, and besides if you are there the doctor won't talk sense. He'll jest set and look at you." Daphne laughed happily. "I wish I thought he liked to look at me, but--" "But what?" "Well--he doesn't ever seem very anxious to see me. He's invited to lots of places where he knows I will be, and he doesn't come." "You mean dances and things like that. Laws sakes, Daphne, ain't he got nothin' better than to go to dances and daddle around the room with a fool girl--" "But I'm not a fool girl." "No one would know it by your actions sometimes." "I guess you are right, Miss Doane. I do act as if nothing were worth while but having a good time." "Yes; I seen a lot of your friends and I often think that a young man's takin' a lot of risk by marryin' one of you unless he's got nothin' to do in the world but to go to parties and to make money to buy you clothes and motorcars. But never mind--here we are. You go upstairs and get the doctor. Tell him I want to talk to him particular." Daphne was gone longer than was actually needed to go to an office and fetch a man to the motor car, but Drusilla only smiled when they came down. "Did we keep you waiting? I am so sorry," murmured Daphne. Drusilla laughed.