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charge of these boxes," he said quietly. "Aunt Trudy is very generous to remember you so bountifully, but I can not let you make yourselves sick. I'll keep them carefully for you in the office and you may have a safe number every day I promise you."
"Oh, Hugh!" Rosemary's voice was reproachful.
"I won't be sick," said Shirley with cheerful confidence.
Sarah did not speak, but she thrust her box under the edge of the tablecloth.
"It's perfectly pure candy, Hugh, and won't hurt them," Miss Wright assured him briskly.
"Well, I'm sorry, but I believe that the purest and most expensive candy taken in sufficient amount, will upset the digestion of an ostrich," said Doctor Hugh firmly. "Put the boxes on the serving table till after dinner, Rosemary."
"And I hope you'll keep 'em under lock and key," observed Winnie as she passed the creamed potatoes. "Sarah will be eating chocolates for breakfast if there's none to interfere with her."
Winnie considered herself a member of the family, as indeed she was, and she frequently took part in the table conversation except when there were strange guests present.
Rosemary gathered up the boxes and put them on the side table and dinner proceeded pleasantly enough. Aunt Trudy was a social soul and seldom at a loss for something to say. She sat in the absent mother's place and beamed upon the little circle, Dr. Hugh across from her, Rosemary at his right, Shirley next to her and on the other side of the round table, Sarah the silent. Sarah was certainly a child of few words and she was never troubled by any idea that something might be expected from her in the way of a contribution to the general talk. To-night she sat stolidly, her dark eyes roving now and then to the candy boxes which were behind Rosemary.
"So you're going to practice right here in Eastshore, Hugh?" Miss Wright was saying as Winnie brought in the salad, "your mother wrote me, before she was ill, that you expected to take Doctor Jordan's office; has he retired?"
"No, not retired exactly," answered Hugh, "but he is planning to take a long and much-needed vacation. He left for Maine this afternoon. We both thought it better for many reasons to make no change in the office--I'll take his just as he left it. Of course I'll have some kind of a place here, too, but not many patients will call here."
Sarah created a diversion by pushing back her plate and slipping down from her chair.
"Where are you going, dear?" her aunt asked in surprise. "Don't you want any dessert?"
"No, it's cornstarch pudding," said Sarah calmly.
Miss Wright apparently accepted the explanation, but Doctor Hugh spoke sharply.
"Sarah, come back here--dinner isn't over yet."
Sarah stopped and faced him defiantly.
"I don't want any pudding," she declared, scowling. "Winnie knows I don't like it and she always makes it."
"Come back and sit down and wait until you are excused--" Doctor Hugh's level gaze seemed to draw the rebellious Sarah back to her chair. "If you don't care for the pudding you needn't eat it, but don't criticise anything that is placed before you."
His staccato tones seemed to have a tonic effect on Sarah, for she ate the pudding when it came, without further discussion. But the moment her aunt rose from the table, she made a bee-line for the candy boxes.
"It's mine, Aunt Trudy gave it to me," she insisted when her brother interfered.
"Two apiece, of such rich candy, is enough for any one," he declared. "And one for Shirley--take the kind you want, sweetheart, and then I'll show you where I am going to keep them for you."
"I must say I think you're too fussy, Hugh," commented Aunt Trudy, as Shirley made a lingering selection and Rosemary passed her box to her aunt and Winnie and then chose two of the enormous candies for herself. "All children are fond of candy and I read only the other day that a craving for sweets is the mark of a healthy appetite."
Doctor Hugh made no direct reply.
"Sarah, have you eaten your candy?" he asked pleasantly.
"If I can't have my own box," said Sarah with emphasis, "I won't eat any."
"I'll put them away for you, then," declared her brother equably. "Come and see where they'll be--in the glass cabinet in the office. You may have two apiece after dinner till they are gone. They'll last twice as long that way, Sarah," he added, smiling at her as he turned the key in the cabinet and replaced his key ring in his pocket.
The telephone rang and Winnie answered it. The doctor was wanted and it was eight o'clock before he returned. Aunt Trudy was reading under the living-room lamp--for the nights were still a little too cool to be comfortable on the porch--Rosemary knitting, and