brought them both over to me. In about two minutes
we all felt as if we had known each other always.

"'Doctor Tremont said he had had a very hard
winter in Berlin, making some study of microbes
with a noted scientist,--I forget his name. He
said Stuart had been closely confined also (he was
taking a medical course), and they were off on a
hard-earned holiday. They were going coaching up
in the lake regions, first in England, then in
Scotland, and maybe later would go over to the
Isle of Skye.

"'Would you believe it, before we left the bank,
Doctor Tremont had persuaded papa that he needed a
vacation also, and almost in no time it was
arranged that we should join them on their
coaching trip. We had a perfectly ideal time, and
Stuart and I got to be the best of friends. We
corresponded all summer and fall after that. I
didn't expect to see him again for two years,
because he intended to stay abroad until he had
finished his medical course. But along in the
winter papa's health broke down, and the doctor
told him he must keep away from business for a
year, and ordered him to Baden-Baden for the
water.

"'He was horribly ill after we got there, and I
was so frightened and inexperienced that I thought
he was going to die, and I telegraphed for Doctor
Tremont. It isn't far from Berlin, you know, as we
Americans count distances. But the doctor had gone
to Paris for several weeks, and Stuart came at
once in his place. Of course he wasn't an
experienced physician like his father, but he was
such a comfort, for he cheered papa up so much,
and assured us that the doctor in charge was doing
everything that his father could do. And he helped
nurse papa, and boosted up my spirits mightily,
and was so dear and thoughtful and considerate
that, when he went away, I felt as if the bottom
had dropped out of everything. You can't imagine
how kind and lovely he was all that week. Papa
fairly swore by him.

"'We wrote to each other every week after he went
back to Berlin. Early this March papa an