I believe that when you work hard
at almost anything you develop some enthusiasm for it."
"Um--a rather doubtful compliment for science."
"It was rather Beasonish," she laughed. "But you see in the beginning my
face was turned the other way."
He gave her one of those concentrated glances then. "And how about that?
Never feel any more like heading the other way?"
She smiled, and the smile seemed to be covering a great deal. "Oh
sometimes the perverse side of me feels like turning the other way. There
are many sides to us--aren't there? But never mind about that," she
hastened. "That is just something between me and myself. I can suppress
all insurrections."
There was a pause. She leaned back in the big chair and was resting;
he had seen from the first that she was very tired. "No desire to back
out?"--he threw that out a little doubtfully.
She sat up straight. She looked, first angry, and then as if she were
going to cry. "Doctor--tell me! Am I _that_ unconvincing? Hasn't the
winter--"
"This winter," he interrupted gently, "has proved that you knew what you
were talking about when you came to me last fall.
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