Dr. Burns and his car are just a few rods away, on the
other side of this bit of woods. He has a patient in a little shack over
there, and brought me along to see this spot. It was worth coming for."
"You must enjoy Dr. Burns very much."
"We are old friends, and being together again after a nine-years'
separation, is a thing to make the most of."
"I should think so. He seems so alive, so full of interest in every
living thing. He must be a fine comrade."
"The finest in the world. To me there is nobody like him, and most people
who know him, I've noticed, feel in the same way. He has a beautiful
wife. She is a friend of yours, she tells me."
"Also an old friend, and almost the dearest I have. I'm very happy to be
near her. Dr. Leaver, will you tell me what time it is, please? I have a
dreadful suspicion that I shall be very late."
As he drew out his watch a voice was heard from the other side of a clump
of undergrowth, calling crisply:
"All right, Jack, we're off. One more call before luncheon, and it's
blamed late, so get busy."
"In a minute," Leaver called back, smiling, as he showed Charlotte his
watch's dial.
Red Pepper Burns looked over the bushes, discerning in his friend's tone
an intention of delay, and inclined to be still more peremptory with him
about it. Discovering now what looked like an interesting situation, he
came forward, bareheaded, his frown of impatience turning to a smile of
greeting.
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