The Professor did not see this. He really saw very little else in the world except his wife and his work. "We may not be able to come for several months. In the meantime if she frets herself ill?" Jack promised to talk to her sister. One evening when Frieda complained of a headache and did not come down to dinner, Jack went up to her. She found her sister lying on a couch and looking very young and sweet. "You are not to worry too much on my account, Frieda dear," Jack began. "I am not supposed to be unselfish," Frieda murmured. But Jack paid no attention to her speech. "Perhaps you'll have a baby some day yourself, dear." At this Frieda pulled her sister down and whispered something in her ear. Jack's face flushed. "I should be happier than anything! Remember you and Henry are to come to us as soon as it can be arranged." A few days later Lord and Lady Kent with their little boy left for the East. They were to stop a few days in Washington and then sail. Not long afterwards Frieda and the Professor also went away from the ranch, as Professor Russell had a good many things to look after and Frieda would not be separated from him. As Ralph Merritt had arrived for a visit, Jean's attention was occupied with him. So as a matter of fact Captain MacDonnell was rather left to Olive's care. At first it did not seem a large duty simply to try and keep Captain MacDonnell amused and she had wanted to do something. But Olive had not reckoned with her task. Captain MacDonnell was an Irishman and a Scotchman, which means he was able to be very gay and also very melancholy. And always in times past, when his melancholy mood had taken hold on him, he could mount his horse and ride the spectre away, or else engage in some other active outdoor occupation. But here he was still so young a man, with all his future before him, and compelled to sit all day in a wheeled chair, or else hobble about on crutches. It has not been the illness that has been hardest for the soldiers to bear, but oftentimes this coming back to accept with resignation a new kind of life. Yet Captain MacDonnell tried to be patient, tried to let no one guess what he was suffering at thus having his career ended so soon, and being also unable to go on with the service to his country which he so longed to give. But Olive, who had always more of a gift for sympathy than any one of the Ranch girls, appreciated what he was enduring more than she even revealed to him. She had been reading him a volume of Kipling one day, and happening to raise her eyes, saw that he was not listening. She even stopped a few moments and found that he was unaware of it. When Captain MacDonnell did discover his own absorption, he turned to Olive with a charming smile.