"That is, if you don't think I'd be in the way."
"If I thought you would be I wouldn't have asked you," said Dr.
Hewitt matter-of-factly. "So run along and pin up your hair, child.
I don't want people to think I've been robbing the cradle."
He smiled at her in a brotherly fashion, and Joy began to feel a
little ashamed of herself for trying to tease him, even if he didn't
seem to see it. She liked him so much, apart from any other feeling,
that it was hard to be anything but nice and grateful to him--except
when she thought of Gail Maddox.
"It just takes two hairpins," she informed him, coming over to him
and holding up the ends of her braids. "You wind it round and pin it
behind."
He took the hairpins and the braids, and quite deftly did as she
asked him to.
"Hurry, my dear," he said authoritatively, yet with a certain note
of affection in his voice that made Joy feel very comforted. As she
flew to get her cap her heart gave a queer, pleasant sort of
turn-over. His voice made her feel so belonging.
She sang as she went, and Phyllis and John smiled across at each
other, as over a dear child.
"Oh, John, I'm so glad you chose such a darling!" said Phyllis
warmly, putting her hands on his shoulders, as "A Perfect Day"
floated back to them from above. "You know, Johnny, even the best of
men do marry so--so surprisingly. She might have been--"
"'She might have been a Roosian, or French or Dutch or Proosian,'"
he quoted frivolously.
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