hat I shall write
to-day to Germany for a r-remittance. There is a sum which I can have.
Yes, I see you look, wondering that I have lived so poor. Well, I
explain to you that I have sworn that I would not use it for myself--I
have another use for it--so long as I am well and can earn enough for
living; but now I am not well, and I have expenses in the past weeks,
and I must live until I grow str-rong to work in some way; so am I
justified to myself to send for the money, you see."

"Fix it any way you like," said the Doctor, cheerily, "only remember
that if it ain't convenient to pay up _ever_,--why, just banish it from
your mind, and Ah'll never think of it again, Ah promise you. Now, is
that all?" he asked, as he leaned towards his patient and put a
practised finger on his pulse. "Yes? Then Ah'd like to know where that
Sydney is with that egg-nog. Here, you Sydney," he cried, putting his
head into the house and letting his cracked voice echo into the
darkness. "What kind of a nurse are you? How do you expect to rise in
the profession, miss, if you don't have an egg-nog ready the instant
yo' patient happens to think of it? Oh, here you are! Well, sit down
here, then, and see that the Baron takes every drop of that, and don't
tire him out with yo' chatter. Do you understand?"

After which burst he kissed her, and disappeared into the house. Sydney
turned blushing to the Baron, and laughed at his wistful look.

"Age has its compensations," he said, as he took the tumbler from her.
"But I do not begrudge the good Doctor all the happiness that comes to
him. He is a most generous man."

"He's a darling!"

"A darling? Ah, yes. I should not have used that word for _him_, but I
agree with the sentiment."

"You are critical this morning. Don't you ever allow yourself any
liberty of speech in German? Do you always say exactly what you mean,
and use exactly the right word?"

"Oh, Miss Sydney, you describe to me a pig--no, a pr-rig person. Surely
I use many picture words in my thinking of--well, just to illustrate
what I mean, I will say, in my thinking of _you_!"

Sydney moved her position so that her face was partly hidden behind the
back of the Baron's wheeled chair.

"Now, there is _Schatz_," went on Friedrich, sipping his egg-nog
placidly, but keeping a wary eye upon the bit of pink cheek that was
still within his range of vision. "I like to think of you as
_Schatz_,"--there was a danger-betokening movement of the