She ought to consult a doctor." "She won't." "But it's absurd! What shall we do if she goes on like this?
If there were only some one who would talk to her! She won't listen to me because she is older and married and--all that.

All the same she doesn't seem older when she acts like this--like a child!" "Well, you know, Esther, there isn't any doctor here that your mother just fancies." The girl stooped lower over the blue bowl, perhaps to hide the little smile which crinkled up the corner of her mouth.

The faint colour on her cheek may have been a reflection from the flowers.
"Yes, but haven't you heard?
There is a new doctor.

He seems quite different--I mean they say he is awfully nice.

Mrs.Sykes' Ann was telling me all about him.