"I'm so glad you like my Dearie!" she responded warmly, looking up at him with a glow of pleasure. "She's the dearest, sweetest woman! And you always feel you can depend on her. If you put your hand out you always know just where you can find Louise Dent, and you know she'll be as firm as a rock. She's been so good to me! And she's always so restful and calm--she has so much poise. But, do you know--" she hesitated as she stopped in front of the cage that held the tanager Curtis had brought for her care. His physician had splinted its broken leg and bound its injured wing, and together they were anxiously watching its recovery. "It's been eating, Mr. Conrad!" she broke off joyously. "Let's give it more seeds and fresh water!" As they ministered to the bird's needs Curtis went on about Miss Dent. "Yes; she seems to have a calm sort of nature, but when I look at her I find myself wondering if that is because she has never been moved very deeply, or because she keeps things hidden deep down. Her eyes are set rather close together, which generally means, you know, an ability to get on the prod if necessary; and sometimes there is a look in them that makes you feel as if she might break out into something unexpected." Lucy was looking up at him with the keenest interest in her face. The southwestern sun had kissed her skin into rich browns and reds, and she carried gracefully her slender girlish figure. Her head, with its covering of short brown curls, always held alertly, gave to her aspect a savor of piquant charm. Curtis looked down into her upturned face and eager eyes with admiration in his own. Under her absorption in the subject of their talk she felt herself thrill with sweet, vague happiness. "Do you know, I've been feeling that very same thing about Dearie," she said in confidential tones. "She seems more restless lately, although I know she's perfectly happy here with us. She has just the same quiet, gentle manner, but it seems as if there might be a volcano under it--not really, you know, but as if there might be if--if--I don't quite know how to say it--if things just got ready for it to be a volcano!" "Do you think anybody would know it," asked Conrad, "even if it was really there?" "I know what you mean--yes, she has wonderful self-control--I never saw anybody who could hide her feelings as she can, and always does. I've been thinking lately that if Dearie were in love--" Lucy hesitated a moment while a deeper glow stained her cheek--"she's just the sort of woman to do anything, anything at all, for the sake of it." "Yes; and not get excited over it, either," added Curtis.