Peace suddenly remembered the doctor's instructions. "I say I know how to keep water cold. Gail used to do it for mother on hot days. I'll wet a rag and wrap the dipper in that and set it in the window where the wind will blow on it." "Will that make it keep cool?" "Yes, as long as the rag is wet. There is quite a little wind today, too, and that helps." "Is it cool out-doors?" "Yes." "Oh, dear! I wish I could go out under the trees. It is so hot in here cooped up like I am." Peace bit her tongue. How easy it was to forget the doctor's directions! Twice already she had said things which excited the poor, sick prisoner, whom she had been told to keep quiet. A happy inspiration leaped into her thought, and moving the jar of delicate blossoms closer to the bed, she slipped a spray into Annette's hand, saying, "S'pose we _minagine_ these flowers are trees. They would make a lovely forest, wouldn't they? I often wish the trees had pretty flowers." "Apple trees have," said Annette thoughtfully. "That's so!" was the surprised ejaculation. "I forgot all about the fruit trees. All of them have flowers, but I like the apple-blossoms best, don't you?" "Yes, they are so cool looking and so sweet and smelly." "That's what I like about them most. When I go to the moon I wear a dress made of apple-blossoms and--" "When you go to the moon?" repeated Annette, looking bewildered and wondering if the queer thoughts which the doctor called delirium were coming back to haunt her again. "Oh, of course, I really don't go, but I like to s'pose what it would be like if I could go there. After Allee and me go to bed at night, sometimes the moon comes and shines in at our window and we talk to it. I don't care about the man-in-the-moon very much, though Allee likes him. She says he must be so lonely up there by himself all the time that she doesn't see how he can keep on smiling so. But I love the lady in the moon." "The lady in the moon?" "Well, we call her the moon lady. We like to think she is a beautiful, beau-ti-ful lady, with long, pale yellow hair that pretty nearly drags when she walks. It would drag if she didn't wear such big tails on her skirts. That's the kind of hair I wish I had instead of kinky, woolly curls. Hers isn't a bit curly, but just falls back from her face like Jennie Munn's after she has had it braided for a long time. And it trails out behind her like a--a cloud. Her dress is white stuff, and she never has it starched; it's just soft and shiny and swishy, and seems to b'long just to her. Oh, she is the prettiest lady, Annette!" "What color are her eyes?" asked the invalid, much interested in the picture Peace was drawing. "Blue, just like Hope's, only you don't think of them being blue when you look at the moon lady--they 'mind you of stars. I think they are stars, and she wears a star in her hair." "Does she have a house to live in?"