He watched the plump figure moving among the beds, and the faces turned to it; and he smiled whimsically.... "I mean to upset things a good deal more for you--before I'm done, Aunt Jane!" he said softly. He sat looking out over the city and dreaming contentedly. When Aunt Jane appeared again in the door, he turned to her. "I've decided," he said. She came out. "I'll go," he said, looking up at her. "I'll go--if you will go with me." Up above them they could hear the awning flapping a little in the wind, and the children's voices from the ward. Aunt Jane's gaze travelled out over the roofs, to the greenhouse and its glass flashing back the sunlight. She sighed. "Well--I'll go. I'm too busy, and I ought not to take time.... I don't see how I can spare time to go. But you're so obstinate--" She looked at him appealingly. He shook his head. "Well--I'll go with you--" said Aunt Jane. "It won't take long--going in a car." And Herman Medfield smiled, looking out across the roofs to his home. XL At last Herman Medfield was ready to leave the Berkeley House of Mercy. He stood on the top step, looking contentedly down at the car that waited for him. The chauffeur glanced up and caught sight of him and sprang up the steps. "Can I help you, sir?" He offered a helpful arm. But Medfield motioned it aside. "I'm all right, Buckman.... I'm quite myself, thank you. I am waiting for some one----" He glanced toward the door. "Some one is coming--with me." The chauffeur returned to his car, standing immovable, and the master of the car waited on the steps.... There had been a dozen things to do. Aunt Jane had insisted on his seeing Mrs. Pelton, and there had been delays. And at the last minute, Aunt Jane had disappeared in her office for something. He turned toward the door. She was coming. The door opened and Aunt Jane stood in it, smiling and competent--in her cap. He flashed a look at it. "You're not coming?" It was disappointed and vexed. "Yes, I'm coming." Her face was pleased. "You've forgotten your bonnet," he laughed. "Oh--I don't need a bonnet." She went slowly down the steps. "I never wear a bonnet when I go with a patient." She looked back to him. "You want me to help you?" He came quickly down with a laugh and placed her in the car. "I don't want anything--except to get home!" he said exultantly. The chauffeur slammed the door. Aunt Jane beamed on her patient. "I thought you'd be ready to go--when the time came," she said philosophically. "I'm happy. I don't want anything but what I've got--right here!" He was looking at the face in its cap. Aunt Jane transferred her gaze to the window, watching the houses slide by, and the long, smooth roll of streets. "I do like a car!" she declared with a sigh. "I always feel as if I owned the whole earth when I go in a car--kind of on top, you know!"