"I wonder what I'd better do with these." She looked at the flowers in the box in her lap. "They're about the prettiest ones she's sent you--forget-me-nots." She lifted a handful of the blossoms and held them out. He regarded them cynically. "I'm not likely to forget!" he said. She looked at him over the flowers and smiled. "_She_ doesn't seem to forget either.... I guess she thinks a good deal of you," she added quaintly. He shook his head. "You'd be wrong. She doesn't care any more for me than--that clothes-pole there!" Aunt Jane looked at it uncritically. "She sent those--" He motioned to the flowers, "to Herman Medfield's money! She began on the boy," he said scornfully. "She's a dozen years older than Julian and twice as clever. I packed him off to Europe when I found out--then she started in on the old man!" Aunt Jane looked at him with interest. "I didn't know as you had a boy--how old is he?" she said quickly. "Twenty-two," said Medfield. "That's an interesting age, isn't it?" Aunt Jane was thoughtful. "That's just the age my boy would have been--if he'd lived. I'm always wondering what he would be doing now." She was silent a minute. Then she looked at him and smiled. "Europe isn't so very far off," she said. She gathered up the flowers in her lap, and glanced toward the door. Herman Medfield's dinner was being brought in. Miss Canfield carried the big tray in both hands. Aunt Jane glanced at it and got up. "I guess I'll give your flowers to Mrs. Pelton," she said slowly. "She doesn't happen to have any flowers. Nobody's sent her any--yet. She'll be real pleased with 'em." She cast another glance at the tray. "They've brought you a good dinner to-day--beefsteak and onions and green peas." From the door she looked back. "I'll tell her Mr. Herman sent them." The nurse who was bending over Herman Medfield, tucking the napkin into his coat, saw a quick flush come in the thin face. She seemed not to notice it as she placed the tray before him. "Shall I cut your meat?" "Yes--please." He watched the efficient fingers cut the juicy steak in strips and he glanced at the face bending above the tray. The reddish hair drawn trimly up under the cap and the look of competence in the face and in the firm hands. She gave him the knife and fork and glanced at the tray. "You have everything you need? Here's your bell." She placed the cord where he could reach it and turned away. But Herman Medfield's look stayed her. "You didn't know my name was Herman, did you?" He said it with a little quizzical smile. "I thought it was Medfield," replied the girl. She looked at him with clear, straight eyes. "The flowers come to Herman Medfield."