"You better go out and preach that doctrine to the world," said Medfield laughing. He was looking out over the city. "I haven't time to preach," said Aunt Jane.... "Sometimes I wish I had--I've got a good many things I'd like to say!" Her eyes twinkled swiftly. He nodded. "I've heard them--some of them--when I was cantankerous." "You're doing pretty well, now," responded Aunt Jane. "Fair." His tone was cautious. He was not to be inveigled into acknowledging complete recovery--yet. His glance travelled out over the roofs--and he started and leaned forward. "I believe that is my place--over there!" He was pointing off into the haze where a greenhouse caught the sun on its glass and flashed back from the distance. She nodded toward it. "That's your place, yes. I was noticing it the other day--when Julian and Mary Canfield went out there. I happened to be up here--and looked off and saw it." She regarded the flashing glass in the haze. "It's quite a ways off," she said. "Not very far--with a machine." His tone was aggressive and a little masterful. It seemed to pick her up and whirl her away through distance. Aunt Jane's face was meek. "I'm glad you've got along so fast," she replied. He regarded her suspiciously. "And having your own car so--you won't mind the trip----" "I'm not going!" said Medfield. He was chuckling a little. She turned a distressed face to him. "I don't see how we're going to manage--if you don't!" "I am not in anybody's way," said Medfield.... "I'll be good!" He was watching her expressive face. "Yes, you're good! You are always good!" Aunt Jane's diplomacy was at its best. He laughed out. "You see--we need your room--your suite." "What for?-- I pay as much as anybody, don't I?" He turned on her quickly. "You pay more.... Don't you remember I told you about that?" "Yes." He recalled the facts. "I'm to pay for a Mrs. Pelton, too." "That's it. I let you pay for her----" "Thank you"--a little ironical and smiling. "_She_ wants to thank _you_," said Aunt Jane quietly. "I told her you'd let her." "Keep her away!" He put out his hand to ward it off. "I've made out a check for her--you remind me to give it to you." "A check?" "You said she could use a hundred dollars," he replied. "Now, wasn't that good in you!" She beamed on him and on his goodness. He received it complacently. "I only wish there were something more I could do--for you." He said it carefully. He did not look at her now. He wanted to be sure she took it in--and he did not want to flustrate the meek quiet of her face. A little light crept into the face--half guilty. "I've been planning to ask you for something," she said, "kind of screwing up my courage." "Ask away--what is it?" He looked at her as Ahasuerus may have looked on Esther. "You sit down, Mr. Medfield," said Aunt Jane. "Is it as bad as that?" He laughed and sat down, regarding her quizzically. "Go ahead!" "It's a new wing--" said Aunt Jane.