another doctor; even Dr. Randolph says so."

"Well, Livy dear, I can only congratulate you."

"Yes, indeed; Greta and I have been in Brunswick Place all the morning
planning things. Oh, Aunt Madge, it is such a lovely house. The
dining-room and drawing-room are such handsome rooms, and there is such
a study for Marcus. It is too large for us, of course." And then
Olivia stopped and her eyes grew very wistful.

"Aunt Madge, dear Aunt Madge, we want you and Deb to go with us. I
have set my heart on it, darling, and Marcus wants it too. Don't get
pale over it," as Mrs. Broderick gave a little gasp. "Listen to me a
moment," and Olivia knelt by the couch and put her arms round her.

"There is Greta's morning-room on the first floor, it is such a large,
cheerful room, with a bay-window overlooking the nice, old-fashioned
garden, where you could lie and look out on the trees and flowers; here
you see nothing but the four walls. Greta's bedroom is next to it; you
would have that, too; it is a pleasant front room, very large and airy,
and so nicely furnished, and my room would be just opposite. Deb could
have the room just at the top of a short flight of stairs; it looks on
the garden, too, and she could sit there and do her sewing. There are
three or four other rooms besides attics, but they have not been used,
so you can judge what a good house it is. Aunt Madge, do say you will
come. It will make us so happy to know you are safe under our roof.
Think what it would be to me to have you at hand in all my little
difficulties. And you shall not be troubled; you shall live your old
life, and Deb will have nothing to do but take care of you." But Aunt
Madge made no answer, only a curiously sweet smite played round her
lips.

"I should be no expense to you," she observed presently, in a
reflective tone. "I might even be able to help a little. By-the-bye,
Livy, how many servants do you propose to keep in this palatial
mansion?"

"I am afraid we can only afford two good ones at present. That is my
difficulty, Aunt Madge. What am I to do with Martha? She is certainly
not eligible for a house-parlourmaid."

"Keep her as Dot's nurse, and I will pay her wages. Yes, I mean it,
Livy. In a year or two with careful training that girl will be worth
her weight in gold. She will be a second Deb to you in time. Oh, that
is Marcus, and we have not finished."

"Well, are you coming to us, Aunt Madge?" were Marcus's