He gazed at them approvingly. "They're the jolliest I ever saw; the
youngsters will be crazy over them. For a convalescent it strikes me
Miss Linton has been the busiest known to the hospital."
"You, yourself, have kept me rather busy, Mr. King," the girl observed.
"So I have. I'm wondering what I'm to do when you are at Doctor Burns's
and I at home."
She smiled. "I shall be there only a week if I keep on gaining as fast
as I am now."
"A fortnight," interpolated Mrs. Burns, "is the earliest possible date
of your leaving us. And not then unless we think you fit."
"Did you ever know of such kindness?" Anne Linton asked softly of King.
"To a perfect stranger?"
He nodded. "Nothing you could tell me of their kindness could surprise
me. About that fortnight--would it be asking a great deal of you to keep
on sending me that daily note?"
"Isn't there a telephone in your own room at home?" she asked.
"Yes--how did you know?"
"I guessed it. Wouldn't a little telephone talk do quite as well--or
better--than a letter?"
"It would be very nice," admitted King. "But I should hate to do without
the letter. The days are each a month long at present, you know, and
each hour is equal to twenty-four. Make it a letter, too, will you,
please?"
Miss Linton looked at Mrs. Burns. "Do you think circumstances still
alter cases?" she inquired.
Her profile, as King caught it again, struck him as a perfect outline.
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