"The neighbors--a woman named Mrs. Mead, who came in with her daughter. The mother was old-fashioned in her ideas, and the daughter was new. That old man in the stage stopped there, you know." "My aunt spoke of them last evening," said Jane; "she said that Emily Mead was picked out to marry that young man who came down with us." Madeleine laughed and then blushed. "I'm afraid not," she said. "I know him. He won't marry anybody here." Jane turned and began to put away the breakfast things. "Don't be bored," she said gently. "Put on this extra apron, and help me wash these dishes; and then I'll set the kitchen to rights and get ready to move my aunt into another bedroom. She's an invalid, you know." "What kind of a person is your aunt?" "Awfully nice," began Jane, but was stopped by the sudden opening of the hall door. There stood Susan, all dressed. "It seems good to have clothes on again," she remarked calmly; "I ain't been dressed for upwards of three years." Then she saw Madeleine. "How do you do," she said, holding out her hand. "I suppose you're the Miss Mar from Deborah's?" "Yes, I am," Madeleine admitted, smiling. "My, but you look good to me," said Susan; "it's so nice to see a strange face. You see, I've been in bed for a long time, and I give up seeing strangers long before that." She sat down on one of the kitchen chairs and beamed on them both, turn and turn about. "Husband always thought that strangers was pickpockets," she said, "but I like to look at 'em. My, but I will enjoy these next weeks. You see, I live with my sister," she explained to Madeleine, "and I've had a pretty hard time. My sister's got a good heart, but maybe you know how awful hard it is to live with that kind of people. It's been pleasanter to stay in bed." "But you won't do that any more, Auntie," said Jane, moving busily about. "No, indeed I won't. You see," again to Madeleine, "she was my only sister, so I humored her. It's the only way to get on with some people. But you can even humor folks too much, and she got a disease they call the Euphrates all up and down her ear and her elbow, just from being humored too much. So she's gone off for a change." "What are you doing?" Madeleine asked Jane. "Making waffles. I thought it would be fun to eat them hot right now." Susan fairly shrieked with joy. "I ain't so much as smelt one since husband died. Waffles in the morning, and I'm so awful hungry, too. Oh, Jane, the Lord will surely set a crown of glory on your head the minute He sees it. Your feet won't be into heaven when the crown goes on. How did you ever think of it?" Jane brought out the iron, laughing as she did so. "Why, Auntie, it's part of my training." "Cooking waffles in the morning?" "No. Giving joy. If I think of any way to give pleasure and don't do it, I count it a sin. To make more happiness is all the work of a Sunshine Nurse." "Isn't that splendid?" Susan appealed to Madeleine.