She wished she could thank him. She wished Mamie could see them. Mamie loved flowers so. She looked at the flowers and thought of Mamie and the children and John--and her face was happy. She looked at the row of photographs ranged along the bureau in front of the mirror.... It had been such a comfortable time at the hospital. And she had dreaded it so before she came! And there wasn't anything to dread. Somehow, it was a beautiful place.... And there was the man who was going to pay for her being here.... She had gone over and over it, in her mind--his paying for her--wondering about it.... They had worried, she and John, and they had turned and twisted every penny, and after all there was not enough.... But of course she had to come. The doctor had said it wouldn't do to put it off; and so she had come, worried and anxious about it all--and right in the room next to her, while she waited--was the man who had offered to pay everything.... It was a beautiful place--with such a good man in it--and Aunt Jane, always doing something for her--and the forget-me-nots. She sighed happily, her eyes on the flowers. Aunt Jane appeared in the doorway, and surveyed her shrewdly. "Tired?" she asked. "Not a bit." Mrs. Pelton shook her head. "I don't feel as if I could ever be tired any more." She was dressed in a long blue garment--one of Aunt Jane's wrappers--that enveloped her from head to foot. Her parted hair, smooth and shining, was combed close to her head and she looked very small in the big rocking-chair, but resolute and brave. Aunt Jane regarded her mildly. "I reckon you'll get around to being tired, after a while--like the rest of us." She glanced at the bowl of forget-me-nots. "You enjoy your flowers, don't you!" "They make me 'most _too_ happy--they're so beautiful!" "I guess they won't hurt," said Aunt Jane. "Being happy don't hurt--though sometimes it feels as if it hurt," she added thoughtfully. "--as you just couldn't hold any more." "Yes. That's it! That's the way I feel!" The little woman spoke eagerly and sat up. "I've been thinking--" she waited a minute, looking at the flowers. "Maybe I ought to go in the ward. I always meant to go in the ward, you know." Aunt Jane regarded her. "You like it here, don't you?" "I like it--yes!" She looked about her with grateful eyes--at the photographs and flowers and then at Aunt Jane's face. "It's beautiful!" she said softly. "Well, I don't know as it's so beautiful." Aunt Jane was looking thoughtfully before her. She was thinking of Suite A, perhaps. "It's a good, comfortable room and you get a little sun--along toward sunset." She glanced at the window, where the streak of sunshine was creeping in on the sill, and a little glow came from the sky. "It's a comfortable room--yes." "The ward would be cheaper," said the woman. She hesitated. "It don't seem quite fair to him--the man that's paying, I mean--not to get along as cheap as we can."