Mrs. Levice's bedroom and the front door. She had a homely little way of
seeing people to the door, and here it was the doctor gave her any new
instructions. Instructions are soon given and taken; and there was always
time for a word or two of a different nature.

In the first place, she had been attracted by his horses, a magnificent
pair of jetty blacks.

"I wonder if they would despise a lump of sugar," she said one morning.

"Why should they?" asked Kemp.

"Oh, they seem to hold their heads so haughtily."

"Still, they are human enough to know sweets when they see them," their
owner replied, taking in the beautiful figure of the young girl in her
quaint, flowered morning-gown. "Try them once, and you won't doubt it."

She did try them; and as she turned a slightly flushed face to Kemp, who
stood beside her, he held out his hand, saying almost boyishly, "Let me
thank you and shake hands for my horses."

One can become eloquent, witty, or tender over the weather. The doctor
became neither of these; but Ruth, whose spirits were mercurially affected
by the atmosphere, always viewed the elements with the eye of a private
signal-service reporter.

"This is the time for a tramp," she said, as they stood on the veranda, and
the summer air, laden with the perfume of heliotrope, stole around them.
"That is where the laboring man has the advantage over you, Dr. Kemp."