"Five or six, I think. The clearest thing I can remember, father, is one day when you were lying under the cedars and I had been gathering dandelions and came to look at a book you had. You played with me, and I accidentally burned my finger on your cigar. Then you were very kind and lovely; you took me to grandmother to have it tied up, and then you carried me on your shoulder through the orchard, and told me 'Jack and the Beanstalk.'" "By Jove!" said Medway. "Why, I remember that, too!... First the smell of the cedar and then the apple blossoms.... You were a queer little elf--and you entered into the morals of 'Jack and the Beanstalk' most seriously.... Good lack! Whoever forgets anything! That to come back as soft and vivid!... Well, I thought I had forgotten you clean, Gipsy, but it seems I hadn't." "You mustn't talk too much. Shall I sing you to sleep?" "Yes, sing!" Just before he dozed off, he spoke again, drowsily. "Have you heard them say how many days it will be before I am on my feet again?" "No." "I will want to show you and the Colonel--" But she had begun to croon "Swanee River," and he went to sleep with his sentence unfinished. The next day he spoke of his drowned wife. It came as a casual remark, but with propriety. "Anna was a good woman. There could hardly have been a more amiable one. She had experience and tact; she was utterly unexacting. She had her interests and I had mine; we lived and let live.... I cannot yet understand how she happened to have been the one--" "She sent me her picture," said Hagar. "I thought it very handsome, and a good face, too. And the two or three letters I had from her--I have kept them." "She was a good woman," repeated Medway. "You rarely see a tolerant woman--she was one. Her brother has told me about her will. It is true that I expected, perhaps, a fuller confidence. But it was her money--she had a right to do as she pleased. I knew that she had some unfortunate idea or other as to the origin of her wealth--but I did not conceive that her mind made so much of it.... However, I refuse to be troubled on that score. Her disposition of matters leaves me comfortable enough. I am not worrying over it. I never worry, Gipsy!"