The Doctor's Christmas Eve

<p>Her eyes sparkled with mischief and her laughter had the audacity of a child's satire often more terrible in its small world than a sage's in his larger one. The instant she spoke you recognized the pertness and precocity of an American child which when seen at its best or at its worst is without precedent or parallel among the world's children. She was the image of a hard bold crisp newness.</p><p> </p><p>Perhaps once in a lifetime on some summer day when the sky was filled with effulgence and white clouds you may have seen a large low-flying bird cross the landscape straight away from you so exactly poised under the edge of a cloud that one of the wings beat in shadow while the other waved in light. Thus these two children following their path over the fields that morning ran along the dividing-line between the darkness and the light of their world.</p><p> </p><p>At this intelligence the mother forgot the presence of another mother older than herself who had come to be with her during these vigils and anxieties. As the doctor having spoken a few words to the nurse passed out into the hall toward the hat-rack she led him into the parlors; she pulled him down into a chair beside the one she took; she caught his hand in hers and drew it into her lap. She forgot that after all she was a woman and he was a man; she remembered only that she was a mother and he a physician; and unnerved by the relief from days and nights of tension she poured out her quivering gratitude.</p><p> </p><p>On the whole a man who advances upon you with all there is in him and without waiting for you to advance upon him; no stepping aside for people in this world by this man nor stepping timidly over things. Even as he stood there a motionless figure he diffused an influence most warm and human gay and tragic irresistible. A man loved secretly or openly by many women.</p>