s it, Sarah. She can't bear to see it
stringing into your eyes."

"Oh--all right," agreed Sarah. "Don't forget to ask about the
worms."

She departed and in her place came Shirley, carrying a pair of
diminutive and soiled white shoes.

"I wish," she announced pleasantly, sitting down on the floor
beside Rosemary to watch the cleaning process, "I wish we could have
ice-cream."

"Well I'll ask Winnie," said Rosemary promptly. "What dessert do you
suppose we are going to have to-night?"

"Berries," Shirley answered wisely. "I saw 'em. Couldn't Winnie make
us chocolate ice-cream?"

"Oh, she wouldn't have time to make it," said Rosemary, "but I'll
ask her if I can't telephone the drug-store and have them send us
some. There your shoes are, honey. Now hurry and get dressed."

Dr. Hugh Willis, coming down from his mother's sick-room at the
summons of the musical chime which announced the dinner hour,
thought he had never seen a pleasanter sight than greeted his eyes
in the dining-room. The room itself was pleasant and airy and the
last rays of the sun struck the table set with fresh linen and a
simple and orderly array of silver. But it was the three joyous
faces turned expectantly toward him that caught and held his
attention. Rosemary, in white from head to foot, stood behind her
mother's chair and all the light in the room seemed to center in her
eyes and hair. Shirley, looking like a particularly wholesome and
adorable cherub from her sunny curls and wide, gray eyes to her fat
and dimpled knees scuffled in an impatient circle around her own
special seat and Sarah, a stout and stolid little Indian in tan
linen and scarlet tie, showed her one beauty--a set of strong, even
white teeth--in an engaging smile.

"Well how smart we are," smiled the doctor, surveying them
appreciatively. "Seems to me everyone is dressed up to-night."

"We wanted to have things nice--because Mother is going to get
well," said Rosemary with simple directness.

For answer Dr. Hugh came forward and pulled out her chair for her,
"just as if I were a grown-up woman," she recounted with pride to
her mother later, and then lifted Shirley to her seat and tied on
her bib dexterously.

"We're going to have ice-cream," Sarah informed him.

"That's fine," he commented a trifle absently, beginning to carve.
When he had served them all, he spoke seriously.

"Girls," he said, "I'm going to send a telegram after dinner
to-night to Aunt Trudy Wrig