“Nonsense, Phil; I’ve done very little. I’m not nearly even with you yet for your kindness to me at Elaine. I enjoyed myself there more than I have anywhere for a long while. Well, I must be going or the nurse will throw me out. Hurry up and get well, Phil.” He held out his hand. Phillip laid his own in it. “Good-by. You’ll come again?” “Often as they’ll let me, old chap.” He moved toward the door. With his hand on the knob he heard his name spoken and turned. “Come back a minute, will you?” Phillip was asking. “Of course. I don’t want to rush away, Phil, but there’s the tyrannical nurse to think of. What is it, old chap?” He walked back to the chair. Phillip was bunching up the rug over his knees with nervous fingers. “John,” he began in a low voice. “Hold on now, Phil,” the other broke in. “If you say one word about――that――I’ll get out of here so quick you won’t see me go; and I won’t come back, either.” “But I must,” insisted Phillip. “You’ve got to say――you’ve got to forgive――――” “Chuck it, Phil! Listen to me a minute. I made a mistake――unintentional, Phil――and you didn’t like it. I’m sorry, and you’ve pardoned it――or you’re going to. It’s all over with and it’s all right, old chap; it’s all right!” Phillip shook his head. “It isn’t,” he muttered. “There’s――that night when I met you in the hall――――” “And we both lost our tempers. I remember. Well, we’ve found them again. Now let’s forget about it, Phil. You get well and come back and we’ll begin over again. I’ll see if I can’t be a better guardian. Good-by again, old man.” “Well――――” “Yes, it’s all right.” “I know, but――I’m sorry, John. I was a little beast. You ought to have kicked me. Why didn’t you?” “Did think of it,” laughed John, “but concluded I’d better not try it on.” “And――well――you’re sure it’s all right now, John?” “All serene, Phil.” He rumpled the other’s hair. “Get well, eh?” “Yes.” “You’ll be back after recess, feeling fine. We’ll have a good time this spring; there’s no place like Cambridge in spring, Phil.” “I wish you were going to be here next year,” mourned Phillip. “So do I. But you’ll have David; I’m going to make him guardian in my place. Besides, I’ve got a plan――but I’ll tell you about that later. So long.” “Good-by. I wish you’d come to-morrow!” “I will. Thunder! here’s Miss Davis!” But it wasn’t the nurse; it was Margaret who appeared at the bedroom door. She glanced swiftly from one to the other and smiled happily at what she saw. After that John came almost every day and Phillip’s recovery was more rapid. It was Phillip who thought of asking John back to Elaine. “I wish you could go with us,” he said one day when they were discussing the trip. “I shall be an awful bother to Margey, you see. Couldn’t you come along and stay with us for awhile? We wouldn’t ask you to remain for the whole recess, of course, but――two or three days, say――――”