"But it
strikes me he doesn't waste much time."
"About what?"
"About putting in an appearance here. Babe has only been at home for
two days."
"You think it is Babe, then?"
"Who else? You didn't see them in New York, Allyn. I did." Cicely
emphasized her rhetoric by rubbing Melchisedek so violently that he
howled. "There! Poor little boy! Stand still!" she added.
"But Babe doesn't care two pins for him."
"Perhaps. Perhaps not. Wait and see."
"Of course she doesn't. Fancy Babe in love!" He giggled derisively
at the idea.
"Fancy Melchisedek neat and dressed up in a pink bow!" she retorted. "It
seems impossible now; but it will occur in time. Allyn, what do you
suppose sent Babe into medicine?"
"Sheer Babe-ishness."
"She won't stay there."
"Maybe. But I think Babe really wants to do something," he added, with
sudden gravity. "You know papa isn't very rich, to say the least, and
Babe is an independent mortal that wouldn't want to be supported all
her days."
"I wonder if that did have anything to do with it," Cicely said musingly.
"It must be horrid to have to think about money things."
"Don't you ever do it?"
"No. Papa attends to all that, and he has all he wants. Oh, but won't it
be good to see him!"
"Are you glad you're going, Cis?" Allyn's tone showed that he was hurt at
the thought.
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