Curiously yours, THE PRINCESS NEW YORK CITY September 17th Dear Portia: Lies! All counts of the indictment to be immediately quashed--save the very last! RICHARD WARREN GREEN HILL September 19 Diary, I have a two-line letter from Richard Warren which I am afraid to answer. And it's all my fault! CHAPTER VI Revelations and Results GREEN HILL September 20 The New Young Man has arrived in our village. An embarrassment of riches! He is a college friend of that Doctor Person, a painter and a poet as well! I have graciously given my consent that he be brought to call. I wonder what he looks like? Not like his name, I hope, which is Penny! Father just came upstairs, and asked me if I would be ready to see Dr. Denton in fifteen minutes. He looked quite funny when he said it, and seemed so ill at ease. I can't imagine.... Well, Diary, although the Doctor doesn't deserve it, I fancy I shall call Sarah and tell her to get me the rose-and-grey bed jacket which is so becoming--to my room! Three Hours Later Diary, it's not possible! I can't believe it! I've been here half an hour alone, trying to realize all that it will mean to me, and trying to collect my thoughts. Fifteen minutes to the second after Father spoke to me about this impending and oddly formal visit of the Doctor's, he ushered that gentleman into the room, placed a low chair for him by the bed, and then, taking my hands, said very gravely, "Mavis, Dr. Denton wants to talk to you for a little while. He has something which he is very anxious to persuade you to do. I have told him that, without your consent, it is impossible. You know that I will never force you to anything. But will you listen to him, dear, and for all our sakes try to say 'Yes'?" As if he had to plead with me, my father, for whom I would do anything in the world! Since the day I was brought home, broken, I have never seen my Father so moved. More out of nervousness than anything else, I said, "Daddy, it sounds like a proposal!" The minute I said it I was sorry--and glad. For although Father laughed, Dr. Denton looked perfectly furious! It must be painful to turn the color he does--like a--a chameleon. Then Father kissed me. Under his breath I heard him say, "God bless my Mavis!" and in a moment I was alone with the enemy. The steel-blue eyes regarded me for a full moment, and then, almost sternly, he spoke. "Miss Carroll," he said, "with your permission, and with your help, without which we can do nothing, we are going to ask you to make a series of efforts: first, to sit erect unaided; then, to stand; and, by slow degrees, to walk." There was something so confident in his tone! Perhaps he might have gone on, but I flung out both hands to him, and he waited.