"
In the meantime, Amy Colgate had kissed all of the children again and
was standing guard over the heap of presents, talking so gaily and so
incessantly that, despite Mr. Bingle's glances in the direction of the
kitchen, he was unable to satisfy his curiosity.
"You really are quite cosy here, Mr. Bingle," she was saying. "Have
you anything new to show me?"
He pondered. "I think there's a new hole in the carpet over there,
Mrs. Flanders. And I've taken a new lease on life. Dr. Fiddler dropped
in at the bank yesterday to tell me that Mrs. Bingle may be able to
come home before long, so you see I shall have to get busy fixing the
place up a bit. She likes to have everything neat and tidy, you know."
"Is she still with her mother?"
"Certainly. Fiddler says she may have to go to the hospital for a
while before coming here, but it's nothing to be worried about. A
trifling operation, he says. He's like all doctors. You never can get
'em to commit themselves. I shall go up to see her to-morrow. I've got
a little present for her, you know.
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