It was the nurse with the reddish hair who responded, fresh from her nap. "How is he?" she asked. She looked toward the drawn face on the pillow. "He's all right," said Aunt Jane. "He's just begun to suffer. He'll get along all right now." "You don't think we need to send for Dr. Carmon?" she asked doubtingly. "No, we don't need Dr. Carmon," replied Aunt Jane. "He did _his_ work yesterday. It's our turn now-- It's Mr. Medfield's turn." She nodded toward the bed and smiled and went out. XV Through the open door of Room 5, Aunt Jane heard voices and stopped to listen. Then she went in. "This is my husband," said the little woman on the bed. "He says they're getting along real well." The man by the bed rose awkwardly, turning his stiff hat in his hands. He wore a high collar with sharp points turning back in front and a bright-blue necktie. A large stick pin was thrust through the tie, and his hair was combed carefully in a wide, flat curl on his forehead. He stood with his feet close together, and bowed to Aunt Jane over the hat. She held out her hand. "How do you do, Mr. Pelton?-- Your wife is getting along first-rate!" She nodded toward the bed. The little woman's face flushed with clear color. "The doctor says I can go in ten days!" she announced. Aunt Jane considered it. "Well, you can go as soon as you can go--it may be ten days and it may be eleven. I wouldn't begin to say just how many days 'tis--if I was you. We mean to make you comfortable as long as you stay here." She looked at her benignly over her glasses. "You're comfortable, aren't you?" "Oh, I'm comfortable!" said the woman. "Everybody's real good to me, John." She turned to him. "Tommie don't miss me, does he?" It was wistful. John tugged at something in his pocket. "He kind of misses you, I guess. But we're getting along _fine_!... I got these for you--so's you could see." He put a fat envelope in her fingers and she received it doubtingly. She held it up and looked at it. "I don't know where they put my spectacles--I can't see very well." "You don't need to see--not for them. Here--I'll show you." He took the envelope proudly and stiffly and drew out a card and held it toward her. "There you be!" She took it in questioning fingers. "Why, it's Mamie!" She turned her face to Aunt Jane and held up the card to her: "That's my oldest girl--that's Mamie!" Her voice had a happy tone--with quick tears somewhere in it. The man smiled broadly. "I've got another one!" He took it from the envelope and extended it. "And here's two more!" He held the group of pictures spread before him like a fan in his big hand and gazed at them. "Why, John Pelton! You don't mean you had 'em all done!" "The whole family," he said proudly. "John--_Pelton_! Here--let _me_ see!" She took the pictures from him, one by one, and her fingers trembled with them. "That's Tommie! He's got on the little sack Aunt Minnie made for him!