"What time is it ?" Miss Cornelia glanced at the clock.

"Half-past eleven." "Then I'd better bring you the powders myself," decided the Doctor.
"The pharmacy closes at eleven.

I shall have to make them up myself." "That seems a lot of trouble." "Nothing is any trouble if I can be helpful," he assured her, smilingly.

And Miss Cornelia also smiled, took the piece of paper from his hand, glanced at it once, as if out of idle curiosity about the unfinished prescription, and then laid it down on the table with a careless little gesture.

Dale gave her aunt a glance of dumb entreaty.
Miss Cornelia read her wish for another moment alone with the Doctor.
"Dale will let you out, Doctor," said she, giving the girl the key to the front door.
The Doctor approved her watchfulness.
"That's right," he said smilingly.