The next day the Indians returned from the destruction of Medfield.
"I met Mr. Medfield when he came—yesterday," said Aunt Jane safely.
She spoke the name with authority and a look of vexation crossed Medfield's face.
She might take them up to Mr. Medfield now, before dinner—There would be time.
Medfield, leaning back in his chair, smiled at her whimsically.
"I didn't know Ballantine cabled," said Medfield thoughtfully.
Medfield selected one and held his pencil thoughtfully poised for a moment—and smiled as he jotted something down.
"I should like to see Mrs. Holbrook," said Medfield politely.
The little wrinkles went out of Medfield's brow and Aunt Jane watched it relax.
Medfield's face relaxed under it—to a kind of meek patience.