She put it down on the table beside the bed and stood looking wistfully at the small dark head on the pillow. Elsie felt her there, opened her eyes and smiled as she saw the flowers. A deeper color burned for a moment in her cheeks. "Poor Harvey," she said. "Isn't he a dear, mamma?" "He always thought the world and all of you," Mrs. Welcome sighed. "I always liked him, but I never did love him, you know. I just let him come to see me because he wanted to, and all the girls had company." "You might have loved him dearie if--if--" "If I hadn't gone away, you mean, but I did go away." Elsie coughed violently. "There, there, sweet, don't." Her mother helped her to sit up and held her in her arms. "Harvey comes every day to ask how you are," said Mrs. Welcome when she was better. "He wants to see you when you feel able." Elsie remained silent. Out in the parlor they could hear Patience moving about, putting things in order, singing as she worked one of the songs she and Elsie used to sing when they were little girls. "Young Mrs. Boland is some singer," said Elsie with a flash of her old fun. "Isn't it nice for our Patey to be so happy?" "She and I want you to be happy too, and you will when you get well, my precious. You will laugh and sing as you used to." "Mamma, I see through you," said Elsie. "I bet Harvey is here now. He brought these roses himself. He coaxed you to coax me to see him. All right. Shake up my pillows. Get Patey's pink boudoir cap and put your pink shawl around me and bring him in." Her pallor was more marked by the bright cap and shawl and the flame in her cheeks seemed scarlet. "Hello, Harvey," she greeted him almost in her old bright voice. "Thank you for the roses. They're--" A violent coughing made it impossible for Elsie to finish speaking. He came and stood beside her and took her hot little outstretched hand. "You're so pretty and I'm so glad you let me come in," he said gently. "Oh, Harvey, I'm the one that's glad," said Elsie, trying to speak brightly. She laid back on the pillow. The effort to talk exhausted her. Harvey knelt down beside the bed so that his face was almost on a level with hers. "I don't want you to get tired, dear," he said. "I just want you to rest and get well. Rest now!" He put his hand tenderly on her hot forehead. "How cool your hand feels," she murmured. "Put it over my eyes. They burn so." He obeyed her and they remained quiet for many minutes; through their hearts went many thoughts. She moved slightly. He understood, removed his hand and waited. When Elsie opened her eyes she looked directly into his kind eyes filled with grief and love. "You mustn't be so sorry for me, Harvey," she whispered. "You will be better soon, and then--remember, little dear, I still have the wedding ring." Elsie sighed. "Poor old Harvey! There never was anybody so good as you are to me." "I love you." She patted his cheek. "It's so good of you to go on caring about me."