me. But I have known quite sane people do that.

I am writing nonsense. One has to, with sciatica. I hope this
confounded leg lets me get some sleep tonight.

Yours,

B.

P.S.: Not exactly an ideal home for a young girl--is it?




CHAPTER V

It had rained all night. It had rained all yesterday. It had rained
all the day before. It was raining still. Apparently it could go on
raining indefinitely.

Miss Farr said not. She said that it would be certain to clear up in
a day or two. "And then," she said, "you will forget that it ever
rained."

Professor Spence doubted it. He had a good memory.

"You look much better this morning," his nurse went on. "Have you
tried to move your leg yet?"

"I am thinking of trying it."