Spurred by an instinctive fear of a telegram, she ran to open the door, and found Dr.French standing in the dimly lighted hail, with the negro Robert grinning cheerfully at his back.
"I am so glad," she said, "so glad," and her voice shook in spite of the effort she made.
"I've been thinking about you all summer," he explained, "and the other day I passed you in the street as you were coming from work.

You are not looking well.

Is it the heat ?" "No, it isn't the heat.

I think it is the loneliness.

You see it is so different not having the children to come back to in the afternoon, and when I get lonely I see things in false proportions.