"I don't see why I shouldn't be engaged to the limit!" she thought daringly. "I--don't--see--why I shouldn't! ... for just this little while--just this one little while out of my life before I go back to the shadows! ... I don't care if I am bad! I don't care if I am unmaidenly! I'll be as happy as ever I can. They'll think I'm very dreadful, anyway, all of them, when they know all about me!" She swept on down the stairs, head up, cheeks flaming. And so, when she came upon John, waiting her courteously at the stair-foot, she did just exactly what in her heart she desired to do. She stood on the step above him and deliberately laid both little white hands on his shoulders and smiled into his eyes. "I am so glad I'm here with you," she said, looking at him with no attempt to hide the love she felt for him. "Are you glad to have your sweetheart in the house--for a little while? Say so--please, dear!" He laughed light-heartedly, and his eyes shone. "A little while?" he answered gaily. "I can stand a lot more of you than that, kiddie.... Come, now, Mother's waiting. Or shall I lift you down from the step? ... I always seem to want to lift you about, somehow, you're so little and light--such a little princess:" He set his hands about her waist, but she slipped from him, laughing excitedly. "I believe you think I'm just a doll somebody gave you to play with!" she told him with a certain sweet mockery that was hers sometimes.... "Come, now, Mother's waiting!" She ran down the hall, evading his grasp, and laughing back at him over her shoulder, to Mrs. Hewitt and safety. "Come, children, dinner will be cold," said Mrs. Hewitt obliviously. "Coming, Mother dear!" answered Joy. CHAPTER TEN CLARENCE SWOOPS DOWN It was quite as pleasant to breakfast with John as it had been to dine with him, which had been something Joy had secretly wondered about. When breakfast was over, he told her matter-of-coursely that he was going to take her with him on his morning rounds. "You'd better take a book," he advised her practically. "If you don't, you'll be bored, because I'll be leaving you outside a good deal while I'm inside seeing patients." "I'll take my sewing," she told him, trying to be as matter-of-fact as he was. "That is, if you don't mind." She was smiling as happily as a child over being allowed to go, and he smiled down at her, pleased, too. "Not unless it's too big," he told her with an attempt at firmness which failed utterly. She went off, singing under her breath, as usual, to get a very small sewing-bag, with a little piece of to-be-hemstitched pink silk in it, and John looked over at his mother. "She certainly has the prettiest ways!" he said involuntarily. "You're a good lover, Johnny," his mother rejoined appreciatively.