Chapter 67

The affectionate mirth in the twinkling Irish eyes brought response to Jo's own. "That was a fearful boast, wasn't it?" "But ye did it. I didn't think ye could, not even such a young lady as ye. Not when ye was onct in a unyform." "Fate did it--and you, Mrs. O'Grady." "Fate--an' yer lovely face--an' yer beautiful manners--an' the way ye carried yer head. The uniform c'uldn't stay on such as Miss Jenney." "You're a sweet flatterer, Mrs. O'Grady. . . . Tell me, how is Doctor Chase?" "The same--an' not the same. He pl…