She confidently called to George Stanford, "Did you see that, Old Mr. Standford?"
Her legs are so flexible and not injured at all!
George Stanford looked her up and down a few times, then awkwardly cleared his throat. "So, what are you doing here?"
"Of course, I'm here to check my face."
Sophie Sullivan took two steps forward, pulled out the chair in front of his office desk, and sat down. She pointed to her face. "My face itches so much! Thomas Shannon said it might have formed a scab. Can you take a look and see if it has, in the end?"
"Formed a scab?" George Stanford waved his hand. "Not so fast. Don't get overexcited."
Her enthusiasm was doused as if by a bucket of cold water.
But Sophie Sullivan was still unwilling to give up. She slammed her hand on the tabletop. "Well, if you conduct an examination, you'll know, won't you?"
