corner as was their custom.

"I've got to get to the hospital before twelve," the Doctor said. "I
am sorry, dear--"

"It doesn't make a bit of difference. I don't want to eat," she
settled herself comfortably beside him in the car. "Oh, it is snowing,
Daddy, how splendid--"

He laughed. "You little bundle of--ecstasy--what am I going to do with
you?"

"Love me. And isn't the snow--wonderful?"

"Yes. But everybody doesn't see it that way."

"I am glad that I do. I should hate to see nothing in all this
miracle, but--slush tomorrow--"

"Yet a lot of life is just--slush tomorrow--. I wish you need never
find that out--."

When Jean went into the house, and her father drove on, she found Hilda
waiting up for her.

"Father had to go to the hospital."

"Did you have anything to eat?"

"No."