I've told him
his health is of just as much account as his students and their studies."
She seemed gratified that, on an important point, she had reached unanimity
with an influential person who was to remain behind; and she got away
without too long delaying the muddy surrey and the ungroomed sorrel.
Medora Phillips looked after her with a grimace. "Think of calling him
'Bert'!"
Cope, when advised, came down in a sort of bathrobe which he made do duty
as a dressing-gown. He took the stairs in a rapid run, produced an emphatic
smile for the parlor threshold, and put a good measure of energy into his
handshakes. "Mighty good of you to call," he said to Mrs. Phillips. "Mighty
good of you to call," he said to Amy Leffingwell.
Well, he was on his feet, then. No chance to feel anxiously the brow of a
poor boy in bed, or to ask if the window was right or if he wouldn't like a
sip of water. Life's little disappointments...!
To Amy Leffingwell he seemed pale, and she felt him as glad to sit down at
once in the third and last chair the little room offered. She noticed, too,
an inkstain on his right forefinger and judged that the daily grind of
theme-correction was going on in spite of everything.
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