She shook her head. "I don't know what'll do good. Dr. Carmon's got to find out and do it. He generally does--when things get too bad." There was a knock on the door. "Your dinner, I guess," said Aunt Jane. But it was Preston--with a box. When he saw Medfield's eyes he half retreated. Aunt Jane held out her hand. "I'll take care of it," she said. She laid it on her lap. "Miss Canfield said you wasn't having 'em brought here any more.... I guess Preston made a mistake, maybe." "_I_ 'guess' he did," replied Medfield. His eye was on the box, balefully. Aunt Jane took it up and undid it slowly. When she looked in she smiled. She took out a black-edged card and handed it to him. "She's sent another one!" He groaned softly. "I don't know what we'll do--if they keep coming in like this," she was fingering the blossoms tranquilly and looking at them. He lay back on his pillows. "That's your affair!" He smiled more cheerfully. "You said _I_ should not be bothered!" He closed his eyes. "The Children's Ward is full," said Aunt Jane thoughtfully. "It's a regular flower-garden--every bed a posy-bed." She laughed comfortably and looked at him. "You'd ought to have seen the way they looked when they got your flowers. They were tickled most to death with 'em!" "I am glad they enjoyed them," said Medfield tamely. "I felt as if it was 'most a pity they couldn't know you sent 'em," she added. He started a little and Aunt Jane put out a hand. "Don't you worry, Mr. Medfield. I didn't tell 'em. I just said it was a man--by the name of 'Herman'.... But maybe you'll get it, all the same." He stared at her. "Get--it?" She nodded. "They'll be thinking about that Mr. Herman--and kind of talking about him and loving him.... I reckon it'll do him good--whoever he is." She was looking at 'Mr. Herman' in space, regarding him with kindly gaze. Medfield smiled grimly. "I don't suppose you know what it is--not to want any one to know who you are?" She looked at him. "I should hate terribly not to have folks know I'm Jane Holbrook!" She was thoughtful a minute. "Seems as if it wouldn't be _me_--not more than half me--if folks didn't know I was Aunt Jane!" She was looking at him questioningly. He shook his head. "You've never been in my place." The words were dry. "No.... I have a good many things to be thankful for," she added impersonally. His eyes were looking at something before him and there was a little hard smile in their gaze. "Let some of them try it awhile," he said, as if answering an accusation. "Let them try!" He turned to her.