Ask him 'bout Archie, Miss Jane.

He'll tell ye whether the lad's too young." There came a stamping of feet on the porch outside as Doctor John shook the snow from his boots, and the next instant he stepped into the room bringing with him all the freshness and sunshine of the outside world.
"Good-morning, good people," he cried, "every one of you! How very snug and cosey you look here! Ah, captain, where have you been keeping yourself?
And Mrs.Dellenbaugh! This is indeed a pleasure.

I have just passed the dear doctor, and he is looking as young as he did ten years ago.

And my Lady Lucy! Down so early! Well, Mistress Martha, up again I see; I told you you'd be all right in a day or two." This running fire of greetings was made with a pause before each inmate of the room--a hearty hand-shake for the bluff captain, the pressing of Mrs.Dellenbaugh's limp fingers, a low bow to Lucy, and a pat on Martha's plump shoulder.
Jane came last, as she always did.

She had risen to greet him and was now unwinding the white silk handkerchief wrapped about his throat and helping him off with his fur tippet and gloves.
"Thank you, Jane.