Virginia viewed him with thoughtful eyes. "I am afraid, Joe," she protested, "that you only look at this matter from your own point of view. There is my side, too. I want my conscience cleared of that old accident. Every time I think of it, I am miserable. Is it nice that I should be unhappy every time I think of the first time I met you?" His mood softened and his eyes showed it by their tenderness. "I want every minute of your life to be happy," he said with warmth. She reddened under his words but was quick to follow up her advantage. "Help me to be, then," she pleaded. "There should be a way to satisfy us both," he admitted. He dropped his head back upon his pillow and studied the ceiling for a time. He made a suggestion but she shook her head violently. She urged something and watched him expectantly. All at once he began to chuckle. "I have it," he cried. She leaned towards him and for a long time they were engaged in a conversation which gave them both great pleasure and aroused their enthusiasm to the highest degree. Miss Knight came along the aisle and stopped at Joe's bedside. "You people are having such a good time that I have to come and get into it." They welcomed her as an intimate friend. "We'll have Joe out in a roller chair before long," the nurse boasted. "That will be pleasanter because he can receive his visitors on the lawn these fine days," she giggled. "After that it won't be long until the hour of sad farewells, will it, Joe?" "Don't you worry, there will be no tears in my farewell I can tell you. I shall be so delighted to get from under your tyrannical sway that I am afraid my joy will give me a relapse and keep me in your clutches." Miss Knight shook her head at the depravity of men. "How's that for ungratefulness? They bring him to me helpless with pain and I bring him back to health. Now he calls me a tyrant. Is that the way to reward a faithful and devoted nurse?" "Listen a minute, Knightie," begged Joe. Virginia laughed barefacedly. Miss Knight squelched the motorcyclist with a look, and addressed her remarks to Virginia. "Did you hear that, now? _Knightie_--what kind of a way is that to address a lady? The minute you utter a kind word near him, he gets gay. He's the freshest thing I ever had in this ward." She shook her head with weariness. "I've done my part. I have tried to train him." Joe attempted to smooth the ruffled feelings of the nurse. "Sister," he expostulated, "you don't get me--" "Say," snapped Miss Knight, "if you don't cut out that 'sister' habit I'll get you all right before I am done with you." "Help!" groaned Joe. "What kind of a dump is this anyway? They cure my leg but ruin my disposition. No one could ever be the same after two months in this ward." "I improve them in mind and body," Miss Knight boasted. "You don't improve a thing," he retorted. "This place is a mad house. I am kept awake by the voices of patients asking for poison to put them out of their misery."