As he went down the Street, Wilson's car came around the corner. Le Moyne moved quietly into the shadow of the church and watched the car go by. CHAPTER V Sidney and K. Le Moyne sat under a tree and talked. In Sidney's lap lay a small pasteboard box, punched with many holes. It was the day of releasing Reginald, but she had not yet been able to bring herself to the point of separation. Now and then a furry nose protruded from one of the apertures and sniffed the welcome scent of pine and buttonball, red and white clover, the thousand spicy odors of field and woodland. “And so,” said K. Le Moyne, “you liked it all? It didn't startle you?” “Well, in one way, of course--you see, I didn't know it was quite like that: all order and peace and quiet, and white beds and whispers, on top,--you know what I mean,--and the misery there just the same. Have you ever gone through a hospital?” K. Le Moyne was stretched out on the grass, his arms under his head. For this excursion to the end of the street-car line he had donned a pair of white flannel trousers and a belted Norfolk coat. Sidney had been divided between pride in his appearance and fear that the Street would deem him overdressed. At her question he closed his eyes, shutting out the peaceful arch and the bit of blue heaven overhead. He did not reply at once. “Good gracious, I believe he's asleep!” said Sidney to the pasteboard box. But he opened his eyes and smiled at her. “I've been around hospitals a little. I suppose now there is no question about your going?” “The superintendent said I was young, but that any protegee of Dr. Wilson's would certainly be given a chance.” “It is hard work, night and day.” “Do you think I am afraid of work?” “And--Joe?” Sidney colored vigorously and sat erect. “He is very silly. He's taken all sorts of idiotic notions in his head.” “Such as--” “Well, he HATES the hospital, of course. As if, even if I meant to marry him, it wouldn't be years before he can be ready.” “Do you think you are quite fair to Joe?” “I haven't promised to marry him.” “But he thinks you mean to. If you have quite made up your mind not to, better tell him, don't you think? What--what are these idiotic notions?” Sidney considered, poking a slim finger into the little holes in the box. “You can see how stupid he is, and--and young. For one thing, he's jealous of you!” “I see. Of course that is silly, although your attitude toward his suspicion is hardly flattering to me.” He smiled up at her. “I told him that I had asked you to bring me here to-day. He was furious. And that wasn't all.” “No?” “He said I was flirting desperately with Dr. Wilson. You see, the day we went through the hospital, it was hot, and we went to Henderson's for soda-water. And, of course, Joe was there. It was really dramatic.”