"Well, how do you like sick calls?" asked Jim.
"I was glad not to have to see him," Julia confessed. "But it is a
darling baby, and such a nice little wife! She has a sister who comes up
every afternoon, so she can get some sleep, poor thing. His mother is
going to pay their rent until he gets well, and he gets two dollars a
week from his union. But she said that if you hadn't--"
"Well, you know now, for such a quiet little mouse of a girl, Julia, you
are a pretty good confidence woman!"
"And the baby's to be named for you!" Julia ended triumphantly.
"Lord, they needn't have done that!" said the doctor, with his confused,
boyish flush. "Look, Julia, how the tide has carried that ferryboat out
of her course!"
Julia's heart flew with the winds; she felt as if she had never known
such an hour of ecstasy before. They had crossed the upper road, and
were halfway down the last flight of steps, when Jim suddenly caught her
hand, and turned her about to face him. Dripping trees shut in this
particular landing, and they were alone under the wind-swept sky. Jim
put his arms about her, and Julia raised her face, with all a child's
serene docility, for his kiss.
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