Then they told him, interrupting each other to tell about the beds of pine needles, the wonderful dishes, the freight-car roof over all, the fireplace, and the swimming pool.
"That's where Violet got her bronchitis," observed the doctor, "sitting by that pool. She shouldn't have done it. I thought so from the first."
"You thought so?" repeated Henry, puzzled. "How did you know she sat by it? I'm sure I didn't myself."
"I was your most frequent visitor," declared the doctor, enjoying himself hugely.
"I hope you were our only one," said Jess with her mouth open.
"Well, I think I was," said the doctor. "The first night after Henry mowed my lawn I followed him as far as the hill to see where he lived."
"Why did you do that?" interrupted Mr. Cordyce.
"I liked his looks," returned the doctor. "And I noticed that he didn't tell much about himself, so I was curious."
"But you surely didn't see the freight car then," said Jess.
