What else was there to do? I had to help cure
her."
"To cure her of what, miss?"
"Of herself, doctor-man."
The Young Doctor's look became graver. He wondered greatly at this young
girl's sage instinct and penetration. "Of herself? Ah, yes, to think
more of some one else than herself! That is--"
"Yes, that is love," Kitty answered, her head bent over the pail and
stirring the potatoes hard.
"I suppose it is," he answered.
"I know it is," she returned.
"Is that why you are going to be married?" he asked quizzically.
"It will probably cure the man I marry of himself," she retorted. "Oh,
neither of us know what we are talking about--let's change the subject!"
she added impatiently now, with a change of mood, as she poured the water
off the potatoes.
There was a moment's silence in which they were both thinking of the same
thing. "I wonder how it's all going inside there?" he remarked.
"I hope all right, but I have my doubts."
"I haven't any doubt at all. It isn't going right," she answered
ruefully; "but it has to be made go right."
"Whom do you think can do that?"
Kitty looked him frankly and decisively in the face. Her eyes had the
look of a dreaming pietist for the moment. The deep-sea soul of her was
awake.
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