We waited at the Bonnie Lassie's for the Little Red Doctor's return. He came back alone. I thought that I detected a pathetic little gleam of disappointment in Mayme's deep eyes. "He's done it," said the Little Red Doctor. And I was sorry for him, so much was there of tragic envy in his face. "Did you give him your blessing?" I asked. "I did. He shook hands like a man. There's maybe something in that boy, if it weren't for the old hell-cat of a mother. However, she won't have much chance. He's off to-morrow." "Will he write?" said Mayme in a curious, strained voice. "He will. He'll report to me from time to time." "Didn't he--wasn't there any message?" "Just good-bye and good luck," answered the Little Red Doctor, censoring ruthlessly. The Bonnie Lassie went over and put her arms around Mayme McCartney. "My dear," she said softly. "It wouldn't do. It really wouldn't. He isn't worth it. You're going to forget him." "All right." Suddenly Mayme looked like a very helpless and sorrowful little girl. "Only, it--it isn't goin' to be as easy as you think. He was so pretty," said Mayme McCartney wistfully. II Summer was smiting Our Square with white-hot bolts of sun-fire, from which one could scarcely find refuge beneath the scraggly shelter of parched shrubbery, when one morning the Bonnie Lassie approached my bench with a fell and purposeful smile. "Dominie, you're a dear old thing," she began in her most insinuating tones. "I won't do it," I said determinedly, foreboding something serious. The Bonnie Lassie raised her eyebrows at me, affecting aggrieved innocence. "Won't do what?" she inquired. "Whatever it is that you're trying to wheedle me into." The eyebrows resumed their normal arch, and a dimple flickered in the corner of the soft lips. By this I knew that the case was hopeless. "Oh, but you've already done it," she said. "Help! Tell me the worst and get it over with." "It must be lovely to be rich," said the Bonnie Lassie meditatively. "And so generous!" "How much is it? What do you want it for? I haven't got that much," I hastily remarked. "And to keep it an absolute secret from everybody. Even from Mayme herself." "Go on. Don't mind me," I murmured. "The Little Red Doctor has found the place. It's in New Mexico. And in the fall she's going on to the Coast. He's almost willing to guarantee that a year of it will make her as strong as ever. And the hundred dollars a month you allow her besides her traveling expenses will be plenty. You _are_ a good old thing, Dominie!" "What you mean is that I'm an old good-thing. How shall I look," I demanded bitterly, "when Mayme comes to thank me?" "No foolisher than you do now, trying to raise unreasonable objections to our perfectly good plans," retorted the Bonnie Lassie. "Besides, she won't. She knows that your way is to do good by stealth and blush to find it fame, and she's under pledge to pretend to know nothing about it."