He was smiling, quite flushed, his eyes more brilliant than I had ever seen them. "And now," he said, "suppose I go down and tell your father. He has been walking the floor ever since we came up, I know. We won't bother you again today, Miss Carroll. But tomorrow you're going to be perfectly amazed to see how easy it will be to repeat the performance." After he had gone, Dr. Mac walked around my little room, loquacious for once in his life. "Isn't he a wonder?" he kept asking me. "Lassie, it's worth living for just to meet a man like that. The born healer," he kept saying over and over, "the born healer!" "I've no doubt," I said politely, "that Dr. Denton is a very able physician." Dr. Mac stopped in his tracks, so suddenly that he nearly fell over. "What's this? What's this?" he said, his bushy eyebrows drawn down over his eyes, so closely that I could not see their expression. I repeated my remark. One piercing glance, the suspicion of a twinkle, a deep, disconcerting chuckle. And then my old friend said cryptically, "So that's the way the land lies, little Mavis!" "What do you mean?" I began, irritably. I seem to be in a continual state of annoyance these days, Diary. But he had gone, and all the way downstairs I could hear him chuckling. Even my succeeding little thanksgiving talk with Father failed to put me in a good humor again. I think Doctor Mac is horrid! But if I am cured, Diary, won't I make them _all_ "sit up!" New York City September 22d Dear Lady: Have I offended you in any way? Yours-willing-to-be-penitent-if-necessary RICHARD WARREN THE CASTLE September 25th Dear Poet: Certainly not! But when one is slowly and forcibly being resurrected, one has little time for letter writing. Shall I tell you the program which has been laid out for me? But first of all, I must tell you that I am actually able to sit up for a few moments each day. And after I grow stronger and more daring, a chair is to be substituted for my bed, and then a wheel chair; and maybe after that a real live automobile! And finally, so I have been promised, I am to learn to walk! Fancy being such a baby! But this very morning, the Biggest, most Expensive, Busiest Specialist in the country--who knew me eleven years ago when he was not quite so big or expensive or busy--came to our little house, and after a prolonged Examination told us that there was no reason on earth why I should not recover wholly and absolutely. It will take time, he said, but it is certain. And I need undergo no knife, or painful treatment. I am only to mind, and not be in too great a hurry.