She nodded and said again, "Good bye, Mr. Curtis." "My friends call me Joe," he reminded her. Virginia hesitated, and then, "Good bye--Joe," she whispered and left the ward with a sweet little smile. In the hall Miss Knight rejoined her. "Before you go I want to show you something which is our pride and joy at the present moment," she explained to the girl. She opened a door and displayed a beautifully furnished room which glistened in its cleanliness. "It is very attractive, but why is the room different?" asked Virginia. The nurse pointed to a bronze tablet. It bore the name of the donor, one well known in South Ridgefield. "What a beautiful idea," the girl exclaimed. "Isn't it?" responded the nurse. "The gift includes not only the furniture but the endowment of the bed for five years." She laughed. "The man who gave it is ahead of the game. He was hurt in a railroad accident and was here for a couple of months. He sued the railroad company and collected more than enough from them to do this." Afterwards, by Virginia's express wish, she was taken to the nursery and permitted to hold a recently arrived guest in her arms, who happened at the moment to be awake. She was allowed to peek into the maternity ward with its beds filled with women, and her tour ended in the dispensary where she met Dr. Jackson and a nurse who were busily engaged in caring for the ailments of the sick babies the mothers brought in from outside. At last she left for home, and on the way she thought of this strange new world she had been shown in this big brick building, but principally she thought of a pair of black eyes that laughed and of the gross injustices to which down trodden motorcyclists were the victims. Later that afternoon, Miss Knight was very busy among the shining utensils in the diet kitchen when she was disturbed by another visitor. "I beg your pardon," said a voice, "but could you direct me to a patient? My name," he continued suavely, "is Wilkins--Hezekiah Wilkins." He wiped his bald head, and went on. "It's very warm today--extremely so." "Sure, it's warm," agreed Miss Knight, "and this electric heater makes it a darn sight warmer." Hezekiah intended to give the nurse a look of sympathetic understanding, but ended by giving her a friendly grin. "I comprehend your point of view," he added. "A trip to a pleasant resort would be more agreeable, don't you think?" Miss Knight viewed his words in the sense of a tentative invitation and considered the merriment in his eyes suspicious in one of his age. She froze and demanded with the utmost frigidity, "Whom do you wish to see?" Utterly innocent that he had all but persuaded this sophisticated nurse that he was one of those aged profligates of whom young women had best beware, Hezekiah drew forth an envelope upon which he had entered certain notes which he now found difficult to decipher, and told her.