"'There's a wonderful bit of woodland, Sophie, back in the hills, and every day I go there and dream. I thought for a while that I had lost my dreams--but now they are coming to me again in flocks--like doves. And yesterday came the best dream of all. I have been trying to think what I could do with my future, and I've thought of this: I'll build a place up here in the forest where Anthony's sick folk can come when they begin to get well, and thus I can finish the work which he begins----'" She paused, as Anthony faced her. "Why didn't she write that to me?" he demanded, almost roughly. "Didn't she know it would mean more to me than to you--than to anybody----?" Then with the sudden consciousness that he was showing his heart he stammered, "Forgive me--but you know what I think--of Diana?" Sophie was infinitely tactful. "Of course I know what you think of her--she's the most wonderful woman in the whole wide world; and that's a great plan of hers--to have a haven for your convalescents." He made no answer, but just stood very still, looking out, and when Bettina came down with her little bag, they went away together. Miss Matthews in a gray flannel wrapper was shivering over an inadequate fire. "Why aren't you in bed?" the doctor asked. "Because there is no one to answer my bell, and no one to wait on me--and I'm perfectly sure that if I ever let myself go to bed I shall die." "Nonsense," briskly. "I've brought Betty back with me, and she's going to stay and see that you're made comfortable." Miss Matthews' face brightened. "She's the only person in the world that I'd have fussing over me." "I shall stay here and boss you to my heart's content," Bettina told her. "Oh, dear," Miss Matthews sighed rapturously, "how good that sounds. I--I want to be bossed. I'm so tired of telling other people what to do--that last day at school I thought I should go to pieces." "Well, you're not going to pieces," Anthony assured her; "you're going to bed. And when I come back I shall expect to find you asleep." Bettina, coaxing Miss Matthews to be comfortable, brushed her hair in front of the revived fire. "What pretty hair you have," she said, as she held it up so that the light might shine upon it. "What makes you spoil it by doing it up in that tight knot?" "I don't know any other way," wailed Miss Matthews. "I've never had time to be pretty." "I'm going to braid it," said Bettina, "and by evening it will be waved." Miss Matthews submitted, luxuriously. "It seems so nice to have some one fussing over me. I don't believe anybody ever brushed my hair before." Bettina, having hunted out a box of her own belongings, was trying different colored ribbons on the little lady's pale brown locks. "Do you know, Letty, pink is your color? Yes, it is. Blue makes you look ghastly. Now I'm going to tie this twice around your head so that it will hide all the tight pigtails--I got that idea from Diana."