"I wouldn't worry about getting along cheap," said Aunt Jane. "Some folks need one thing, and some another. What _you_ need is to keep still a spell and rest.... You don't feel lonesome, do you?" "Lonesome! Oh, no!" She gave a little sigh. Her thin hands were clasped in her lap. "It is so _good_ to be quiet!" she said. "I thought likely," Aunt Jane nodded. "You just sit still and enjoy your quiet and get well ... you don't need to worry about the man that's going to pay. He wouldn't want you to worry. He's comfortable and he'd want _you_ to be comfortable. _He's_ got a good room." The woman's eyes brooded on it. "I can't thank him, or do anything," she said a little wistfully. "I'd like to have him know how we feel about his doing it." "Well, you can thank him by and by, when you get round to it--if you want to," said Aunt Jane. "I guess he'll let you thank him. You want to get well first." "Yes." Her eyes were on the forget-me-nots and she reached out a hand to them. "I might send him some of my flowers," she said eagerly. Aunt Jane's face wrinkled at the forget-me-nots--a little perplexed and surprised and amused look. "I _could_ send them to him, couldn't I? It would be proper to send them to him?" "Yes--I guess it's proper," said Aunt Jane dryly. "I don't believe he's got any flowers in his room." Her eyes twinkled. "I'll send them to him now--right off! You pick out a nice bunch for him." She reached to them with a happy gesture. Aunt Jane bent over the forget-me-nots, her smile full of gentle chuckles. "We'll make him a nice bunch," she said cheerfully. She selected a few meagre blossoms here and there. "You're not getting the best ones!" The little woman was excited and eager. "They're better on this side. See--there's one--and there!" Her face had the soft, clear color of happiness. Aunt Jane drew out the flowers with half-reluctant touch and arranged them slowly. "Seems 'most too bad to spoil your bunch," she said. "Oh, I like it!" The woman laughed a little tremulously. "I told you it kind of hurt me to have so many, and it's a way of thanking him, isn't it? Here, take this one!" Her eyes were shining. "Don't they look nice! You tell him I thank him, please, and I hope he's doing well." "I'll tell him," said Aunt Jane. Her eyes rested on the flowers. "I shouldn't wonder if he'd be real pleased with them." She held them off and surveyed them thoughtfully. "I'll tell him what you said and I guess maybe he'll get a good deal of comfort out of it. He needs flowers--and some one to think about him--as much as anybody ever I see." XXIV Aunt Jane came in, bearing the forget-me-nots before her. The millionaire raised a hand. "Take them a----!" But she came tranquilly on. "They were sent to you--special." She held them out. He scowled at them. Then his look broke to bewilderment and a little amusement. "They're the ones you carried off!" he exclaimed.