So it was the back room that she entered first--with the card in her hand. A little woman at the side of the room got up quickly. "I came alone," she said. She fluttered a little and held out her hand nervously as if uncertain what might happen to her in a hospital. Aunt Jane took it in her plump one and held it a minute. "Sit down." The woman sat down and looked at her. "John wanted to come. But I told him to stay home," she said. "Much better," replied Aunt Jane, nodding. "I told him he'd better kind of make supper for the children. So if they should miss me!" The look was wistful. Aunt Jane regarded it comfortably. "All the happier, when you get back home." She had seated herself in a large chair and she rocked a little. The woman's face relaxed. She looked about her more happily. "It seems kind of like home, don't it? I didn't think a hospital would be like this--not just like this. I don't seem to mind being here," she said with a little note of surprise. "You won't mind it," said Aunt Jane. "You'll like it. Everybody likes it. Maybe you won't want to go away." The woman smiled faintly. "I guess I shall be ready to go--when the time comes," she added slowly.... "There's one thing I wanted to ask somebody about--it's about paying-- How much it will be, you know? I asked the doctor once--when he said I'd have to come, but he didn't tell me--not really." "Dr. Carmon doesn't think so much about his pay." There was something almost like pride in Aunt Jane's voice. "You needn't be afraid he'll overcharge for it." "It isn't that--only maybe we _couldn't_ pay," said the woman. Her forehead held little wrinkled lines and her face smiled. "And it don't seem quite right to be done--if we can't pay for it." Aunt Jane rocked a minute. Her eyes travelled to the door leading to the front room. The door was ajar and through the crack there was a glimpse of a light overcoat lying carelessly across the chair. It had a silk lining. Aunt Jane nodded toward it. "There's a man in there----" "Yes, I know. I saw him. He got here the same time I did--in his motor-car." "In his motor-car--that's it! Well--" Aunt Jane smiled. "_He's_ going to pay Dr. Carmon--for your operation." "Why--!" The little woman gasped. "He don't have any reason to pay for _me_!" "Well--" Aunt Jane rocked, turning it over and making it up as she went along: "Well-- He's rich. He has a plenty-- And he won't be comfortable without." She spoke with conviction. "But he don't know me," said the woman. "Unless maybe he knows John!" she added thoughtfully. "That's it," Aunt Jane responded. "Maybe he knows 'John.' Anyway he's going to pay." She touched a bell. "Well--" The woman looked down at the hands in her lap, the fingers were working in and out. "I'm sure I don't know how to thank him!" she said. She looked up. Her eyes were full of tears. She brushed a quick hand across them. "I don't know how!" she said softly.