inquired, coming forward. Miss Mathewson, aware of the
shortness of time, vanished.

"Give me something for his headache, please," replied the
young person in white promptly. Schedules and engagements
were in R. P. Burns's eyes also; they looked at her without
appearing to see her at all. To this she was not accustomed
and it displeased her.

"Was it too severe for him to come himself?"

"Much too severe. He has gone to bed with it."

"Mrs. Chester closely attending him?"

"Certainly - or I shouldn't be here." The eyes of the
Chesters' guest sparkled. Something about the cool tone of
this question displeased her still more.

"Tell him to get up and go out and walk a mile, breathing deep
all the way."

"No medicine?"

"Not a grain. He ought to know better than to ask."

"He does, I think. He suggested that possibly if I asked -
But I see for myself how that wouldn't make the slightest
difference."