Not that your Auntie's head ever seems weaker than lots of other folks.

Won't you come up and sit awhile ?--Well, ring the bell." Mrs.Sykes voice trailed off indistinctly as Esther rounded the veranda corner and stood by the rose bush before the doctor's door.

She pushed the new electric bell timidly.
"You'll have to push harder than that!" called Mrs.Sykes.

"It sticks some!" But the door had opened at once, letting out a flood of yellow light.
"Miss Coombe--you ?" "It's Esther Coombe come about her Aunt Amy," called the voice from the veranda.
Hastily the doctor drew her in and closed the door with an emphatic bang.

Then for the second time that day they looked into each other's eyes and laughed.
"Do you think my patients will stand that ?" he asked her ruefully.
"Oh, we are used to Mrs.Sykes, we don't mind." "That's good! Ah, I see you have the mysterious prescription.