"One of yours worn out?" Pretended astonishment and happiness was in the tone and she smiled at him tolerantly. "It's for contagion-- It will cost fifty thousand dollars-- I thought maybe you'd like to give it." She flung the words at him. She had been meaning to do it all day--"screwing up her courage" to it.... She fired her bomb and she watched, waiting for it to go off. She sat alert and anxious. He chuckled. "I'm glad I have enough!" She wheeled quickly-- "You're going to do it?" "I'm going to think about it--look into it," said the man of business. A little keen look had come into his face, breaking its lazy quiet. Aunt Jane regarded it without fear. She was her tranquil self again. "If you look into it, you'll find we need it pretty bad," she said. He had taken out his pencil and was making a note. "All right. I may give you _two_ wings ... if you really _need_ them!" The tone was teasing again. "I don't need two," said Aunt Jane composedly. "Of course, we may need another--some time," she added thoughtfully. His laugh was happy. "You'll let me stay now, won't you?" He put back his pencil and settled reposefully in his chair and watched her. She turned on him. "Now you are being selfish!--and spoiling everything!" It was full of reproach, but tinged with the happiness of the new wing.... "You see it's a child!" said Aunt Jane. "A child?" He sat up. "Put her in there!" He motioned to the ward. She shook her head. "She can't be put there at first--not right off. Her mother's coming with her-- Your suite is the only place we've got." She gazed out over the balcony-rail--not to disturb his feelings--but he stirred uncomfortably. "Of course the mother'll go home in a day or two," went on Aunt Jane. "They generally do go home.... They come here thinking nobody can do for their children but themselves--and then, somehow--in a day or two, they go home." She sat looking at him and beaming, and Medfield laughed. "And you're proud of it!" he said. "I'm not proud--exactly," said Aunt Jane. "But I do take comfort, doing for them--and knowing they're all happy--as happy as they can be, with their sufferings.... They are coming Friday afternoon, along about four. So if you could be ready to go at three----" "I'm not going!" She regarded him mildly. "You can have your old suite for them--" He was like a boy, laughing at her. "But I won't go home!" "There isn't any other place for you," said Aunt Jane calmly. "I told you about it--we haven't any other room." He looked about him. "I'll sleep anywhere--! I'll sleep in the Children's Ward!" He waved a hand. Aunt Jane's face was vexed. Of course, he was going to give the wing--and it softened her austerity a little. But he was a grown man. He ought to behave better. She got up quickly. "I can't have you upsetting everything!" she said. She went into the ward, leaving him in solitary state.