"Mrs. Graham is in danger of a nervous collapse if she does not have rest and quiet soon," Dr. Pettit returned gravely. "Will you see that she is put to bed at once? Mr. Graham will do very well for a while alone, although when you have made Mrs. Graham comfortable, I wish you would come back and sit with him." Lillian put her strong arms around me and led me through the door into the outer hall. "But who is with Miss Draper?" I protested faintly, as we started down the stairs toward the first floor. "Her sister and one of the best trained nurses in the city," Lillian responded. "Besides, Dr. Pettit will go immediately back to her room." "But Dicky, there is no one with Dicky," I said, struggling feebly in an attempt to go back up the stairs again. "Don't be childish, Madge." The words, the tone, were impatient, the first I had ever heard from Lillian toward me. But I mentally acknowledged their justice and braced myself to be more sensible, as she guided me to her room, and helped me into bed. I found her sitting by my bedside when I opened my eyes. Through the lowered curtains I caught a ray of sunlight, and knew that it was broad day. "Dicky?" I asked wildly, staring up from my pillows. Lillian put me back again with a firm hand. "Lie still," she said gently. "Dicky is fine, and when you have eaten the breakfast Betty has prepared and which Katie is bringing you, you may go upstairs and take care of him all day." "But it is daylight," I protested. "I must have slept all night. And you? Have you slept at all?" "Don't bother about me," she returned lightly. "I shall have a good long nap as soon as you are ready to take care of Dicky." "But I meant to sleep only two or three hours. I don't see how I ever could have slept straight through the night." I really felt near to tears with chagrin that I should have left Dicky to the care of any one else while I soundly slept the night through. Lillian looked at me keenly, then smiled. "Can't you guess?" she asked significantly. "You mean you put something in the mulled wine to make me sleep?" "Of course. You have been through enough for any one woman. Dicky was in no danger, and I had no desire to have you ill on my hands." I flushed a bit resentfully. I was not quite sure that I liked her high-handed way of disposing of me as if I were a child. Then as I felt her keen eyes upon me I knew that she was reading my thoughts, and I felt mightily ashamed of my childish petulance. "You must forgive my arbitrary way of doing things," she resumed, a bit formally. I put out my hand pleadingly. "Don't, Lillian," I said earnestly. "I'll be good, and I do thank you. You know that, don't you?" Her face cleared. "Of course, goosie," she answered. "But I must help you dress. Your breakfast will be here in a moment." I sprang out of bed before she could prevent me, and gave her a regular "bear hug."