Aunt Jane looked at it critically and sighed. "Leave it there! I'll take 'em along when I go to give 'em their talking to. I can't stop for it now." She went into the corridor and presently the song floated out after her--light-hearted, and gay with little tripping runs in it. Aunt Jane heard the song faintly in the distance as she knocked on Herman Medfield's door, and her face smiled intently. He looked up almost benignantly from his place in the window and laid the newspaper on his knees and nodded to her. "Good morning. I was wishing you would come in!" "You don't look as if you needed anybody," responded Aunt Jane. "You look first-rate! I'm pretty busy this morning," she added thoughtfully. She sat down. He beamed toward her; and the sunshine flooding in behind him lighted up the quilted robe in a kind of radiant haze of blueness. "It's a wonderful day!" said Medfield, motioning toward the window. "I don't know as it's any better day than it was yesterday," replied Aunt Jane. "Better inside, maybe," she added significantly. He laughed out. "Much better! I'm all ready for business." He pointed to a pile of papers lying on a chair beside him. She regarded them thoughtfully. "You don't want to go to work too soon-- Can't somebody do it for you?" "Nobody but me can attend to these." He laid his hand on them almost affectionately, and patted them. "You're kind of tied down to them, aren't you?" she said impersonally. "They are my interest in life!" he replied quickly. "I shouldn't have anything to live for--if it weren't for these!" A note of regret crept into the last words and shadowed them a little. "No--I don't suppose you would." Aunt Jane's face was lost in something. He regarded the look curiously. "Well--what is it?" he said. "Tell me!" "I was just thinking you wouldn't need 'em so much when you got your wife," she said quietly. "My--wife!" His hand loosened its grasp on the papers, and he looked out of the window. "No." He turned to her and smiled. "I shall not need law papers, nor any other kind--when I have her." And suddenly something happened to Aunt Jane. She sat up, very straight; the muslin cap radiated lines of dignity about a disturbed face. "I guess maybe we weren't talking about the same thing!" she said quickly.... "Miss Canfield told me she's going out to see your garden this afternoon." "Yes--she's going with Julian." He spoke with satisfaction and a significance under-ran the words and laughed at her. Aunt Jane gave a startled gesture---- "Oh!" she said. Then, after a minute: "Oh!" Something had collapsed in her. She was gazing at the ruins, a little bewildered. Herman Medfield watched her and smiled. "You hadn't thought of that!" he said quietly. "Well--" she made the slide gracefully and recovered herself. "No, I hadn't thought of just--that!" She looked at him over her glasses. "It's a good thing!" she announced.