"And so this is where you've come. Why, it's the quaintest old place that I ever saw. A regular tangle of picturesque possibilities. Who are you visiting?" "I'm taking care of my invalid aunt while my other aunt has a little rest." "Is she very ill?" "Oh, no. But this is her tea that I'm making, and I must take it up to her now." "I'll go, then. But may I come again--and sketch?" "I can't have company. I'll be too busy." "Can't I help with the work?" He was so pleasant and jolly that she couldn't help laughing. "I'm afraid not," she said, shaking her head. He stood with his hand on the window-sash. "Do you know my name?" he asked. "No." "It's Lorenzo, Lorenzo Rath. I've to grow famous with that name. Think of it." She laughed again. "I can draw the outside of the house, anyhow--can't I?" "Dear me, I suppose so,"--she picked up the tray,--"you must go now, though. Good-by." "Good-by," he cried after her. "Oh, see the steam," was Susan's exultant exclamation, as she entered her room. "I ain't seen steam coming out of a teapot's nose for upwards of three years. Matilda just couldn't seem to stand my taking my tea hot, and she's my only sister, and I humor her. Who was you talking to?" "A man who came down on the stage yesterday. He was out walking and didn't know that I lived here." "Oh, a love affair!" cried Susan, in high-keyed ecstasy. "He's fallen in love with you, and like enough was prowling around all night. Oh! How interesting! I ain't seen a love affair close to for years." She was so genuinely joyful that Jane felt sorry to dampen the enthusiasm. "I don't believe you'll see one now," she said, smiling good-humoredly. "You see, I don't mean to marry, Auntie. I'm a Sunshine Nurse, and they have their hands too full for that kind of thing." "A nurse! I didn't know you were a nurse." "A Sunshine Nurse is a person who does what doctors can't always do,--who makes folk well." "Are you going to make me well?" "Yes," said Jane, resolutely. Susan stopped eating and looked at her with an expression full of contradictory feelings. "I shall like it," she said slowly. "But, oh my! Matilda won't. Why, she--" she paused. "Oh, I _do_ wonder if I can trust you?" "Anybody can trust me," said Jane. "It's part of my training to be honest."