“Oh! thank you, thank you, doctor: I am so glad. I love them so much, and you _are_ so kind. What made you think to bring them? I’ve wanted flowers so badly; but I could not have them, because I was sick and did not work in the garden. It was so good in you;” and in her delight Maddy’s tears dropped upon the fair blossoms. For a moment the doctor was sorely tempted to keep the credit thus enthusiastically given; but he was too truthful for that, and so, watching her as her eyes glistened with pleased excitement, he said: “I am glad you like them, Miss Clyde, and Mr. Remington will be glad too. _He_ sent them to you from his conservatory.” “Not Mr. Remington from Aikenside—not Jessie’s brother?” and Maddy’s eyes now fairly danced as they sought the doctor’s face. “Yes, Jessie’s brother. He came here with her once. He is interested in you, and brought these down this morning to my office.” “It was Jessie, I guess, who sent them,” Maddy suggested, but the doctor persisted that it was Guy. “He wished me to present them with his compliments. He thought they might please you.” “Oh! they do, they do!” Maddy replied. “They almost make me well. Tell him how much I thank him, and like him, too, though I never saw him.” The doctor opened his lips to tell her she had seen him, but changed his mind before the words were uttered. She might not think so well of Guy, he thought, and there was no harm in withholding the truth. So Maddy had no suspicion that the face she had thought of so much belonged to Guy Remington. She had never seen him, of course; but she hoped she should some time, so as to thank him for his generosity to her grandfather and his kindness to herself. Then, as she remembered the message she had sent him, she began to think that it sounded too familiar, and said to the doctor: “If you please, don’t tell Mr. Remington that I said I liked him—only that I thank him. He would think it queer for a poor girl like me to send such word to him. He is very rich, and handsome, and splendid, isn’t he?” “Yes, Guy’s rich and handsome, and everybody likes him. We were in college together.” “You were!” Maddy exclaimed. “Then you know him well, and Jessie, and you’ve been to Aikenside often? There’s nothing in the world I want so much as to go to Aikenside. They say it is so beautiful.” “Perhaps I’ll take you up there some day when you are strong enough to ride,” the doctor answered, thinking of his light buggy at home, and wondering he had not used it more, instead of always riding on horseback.