"Well, we'll see--we'll see!" Doctor Studdiford said soothingly. "Now, if you'll help me, Miss Page, we'll get off these clothes--ah!" For an anguished moan from the sufferer coincided with his discovery that the little left arm hung limp. Julia loosened the sleeve as the surgeon's scissors clipped it away, and she held the child while the arm was set and bandaged. Miss Pierce was faint, and Miss Toland admitted freely that she hated to see a child suffer, and went away. "Only a clean dislocation, Aunt Sanna!" said Jim, cheerfully, when he came out of the sickroom. "She'll have to lie still for a while, but that's all. The cut on her mouth doesn't amount to anything. She's all right, now--Miss Page is telling her stories. She ought to have a glass of milk, or soup, or something; then she'll go to sleep. I'll be in to-morrow. By the way, you have a little treasure there in Miss Page!" "Julia? Glad you have the sense to see it, Jim!" "She--is--a--peach!" the doctor mused, packing his very smart little instrument case. "Who is she?" "A little girl I found. Yes, she's a nice child, Julia. She's been here six years now." "Six years! Great Scott! How old is she?" "Twenty-two--twenty-three--something like that." "It doesn't sound much of a life for a young girl, Aunt Sanna. Imagine the Barbary-flower!" Doctor Studdiford shook his thermometer, looked at it, and screwed it into its case. "How _is_ Barbara?" Miss Toland asked dryly. "Fine! Mother came to me with a long tale, the other day, about her being run down, or blue, or something, but I don't see it. She has a dandy time." "Why doesn't she marry? Barbara must be twenty-six," her aunt said, with directness. "Oh, I don't know; why don't all the girls? The fellows they run with are an awfully bum lot," Jim said contentedly. "Look at me! Why don't I?" he added, laughing. "Well, why don't you?" "I'm waiting to settle the others off, I guess. Besides, you know, I've been working like the devil! Sally's been worrying Mother with her affairs lately," said Jim. "_Sally_--and who?" "Keith Borroughs!" Jim announced, grinning. "Keith Borroughs? Why, he's ten years younger!" "He's about three years younger, and he's an awful fool," said Jim, "but he's very much in love with Sally, and she certainly seems to like it!" "I think that's disgusting!" said Miss Toland. "Has he a _job_?" "Job? He's a genius, my dear aunt. His father pays for his music lessons, and his mother gives him an allowance. He's a pianist." "H'm!" commented the lady briefly. "Ned has definitely announced his intention of marrying his Goldfield girl," pursued Jim. "Yes, I knew that. Kill your mother!" "It'll just about kill her. And the latest is Ted--falling in love with Bob Carleton!" "Carleton! Not the lumber man? But he's fifty!" "He's forty-five, forty-seven perhaps." "But he's married, Jim!" "Divorced, Aunt Sanna." "Oh, Jim, that's awful!" said his aunt, horrified.