I believe you are trying to run against somebody
now. Who is it?"
"Well," said the doctor, "if it is anybody, it is young Haverley."
Miss Panney smiled. "You may think so," she said, "but I want you to know
that you are also running against me, and I say to you, confidentially,
and with as much trust in you as I used to have that you would not tell
who it was who spread your bread with forbidden jam, that I have planned
a match between these two; and if they marry, I intend to make pecuniary
matters more nearly even between them, than they are now."
The doctor looked at her earnestly.
"Do you suppose," said he, "that he would take money from you?"
"What I should do for him," she answered, "could not be prevented by him
or any one else."
"But there is no reason," urged the other.
The old lady smiled, took off her glasses, wiped them with her
handkerchief, and put them on again.
"There is so little in medicine books," she said. "His grandfather was
my cousin."
"The one--?" asked the startled doctor.
"Yes, that very one," she answered quickly; "but he does not know it,
and now we will drop the subject.
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