“He's well taken care of, at any rate. That's where he's got to thank you. Those rooms you and the housekeeper chose were the very things for him. They're big and comfortable, and 'way off in a place where no one's likely to come near. The fellow that's been hired to valet me valets him instead, and I believe he likes it. It seems to come quite natural to him, any how. I go in and see him every now and then and try to get him to talk. I sort of invent things to see if I can start him thinking straight. He's quieted down some and he looks better. After a while I'm going to look up some big doctors in London and find out which of 'em's got the most plain horse sense. If a real big one would just get interested and come and see him on the quiet and not get him excited, he might do him good. I'm dead stuck on this stunt I've set myself--getting him right. It's something to work on.” “You'll have plenty to work on soon,” said Little Ann. “There's a lot of everyday things you've got to think about. They may seem of no consequence to you, but they ARE, Mr. Temple Barholm.” “If you say they are, I guess they are,” he answered. “I'll do anything you say, Ann.” “I came partly to tell you about some of them to-day,” she went on, keeping the yearningly thoughtful eyes on him. It was rather hard for her, too, to be firm enough when there was so much she wanted to say and do. And he did not look half as twinkling and light-heartedly grinning as he had looked in New York. He couldn't help dropping his voice a little coaxingly, though Mr. Hutchinson was quite sufficiently absorbed in examination of his surroundings. “Didn't you come to save my life by letting me have a look at you, Little Ann--didn't you?” he pleaded. She shook her wonderful, red head. “No, I didn't, Mr. Temple Barholm,” she answered with Manchester downrightness. “When I said what I did in New York, I meant it. I didn't intend to hang about here and let you--say things to me. You mustn't say them. Father and me are going back to Manchester in a few days, and very soon we have to go to America again because of the business.” “America!” he said. “Oh, Lord!” he groaned. “Do you want me to drop down dead here with a dull, sickening thud, Ann?” “You're not going to drop down dead,” she replied convincedly. “You're going to stay here and do whatever it's your duty to do, now you've come into Temple Barholm.” “Am I?” he answered. “Well, we'll see what I'm going to do when I've had time to make up my mind. It may be something different from what you'd think, and it mayn't. Just now I'm going to do what you tell me. Go ahead, Little Ann.” She thought the matter over with her most destructive little air of sensible intentness. “Well, it may seem like meddling, but it isn't,” she began rather concernedly. “It's just that I'm used to looking after people. I wanted to talk to you about your clothes.”