past few weeks and last night's performance is not the best sort of
treatment for a tender digestion. The doctor told me what I needed was
rest and sleep and freedom from care. I told him I probably shouldn't
get the last item till I was dead. As for the rest--and sleep--Humph!"
with a short laugh, "I wonder what he would have said if he had seen me
last night."

Mother's face was turned away from him on the pillow. "I am sorry to
hear that you have been ill, Mr. Colton," she said.

"Ill! I'm not ill. I have never been sick in my life and I don't propose
to begin now. If the crowd in New York would let me alone I should be
all right enough. There is a deal on there that is likely to come to
a head pretty soon and my people at the office are nervous. They keep
'phoning and telegraphing and upsetting things generally. I'll have to
run over there myself in a day or two and straighten it out. But there!
I didn't come here to worry you with my troubles. I feel as if I knew
you, Mrs. Paine."

"Knew me? Knew ME, Mr. Colton?"

"Yes. I have never had the pleasure of meeting you before, but my
daughter has spoken of you often. She is a great admirer of yours. I
won't tell you all the nice things she has said about you, for she has
probably said them to you or to your son, already."

"You should be very proud of your daughter, Mr. Colton. She is a
charming girl."

"Thanks. Just among us three I'll admit, in confidence, that I think
you're right. And I'll admit, too, that you have a pretty good sort of
a son, Mrs. Paine. He is inclined to be," with a glance in my direction,
"a little too stubborn and high-principled for this practical world,
but," with a chuckle, "he can be made to listen to reason, if you give
him time enough. That is so, isn't it, Paine?"

I did not answer. Mother spoke for me.

"I am not sure that I understand you, Mr. Colton," she said, quietly.
"I presume you are referring to the sale of the land. I do not know why
Roscoe changed his mind in that matter, but I do know that his reason
was a good one, and an honest one."

"He hasn't told it to you, then?"

"No. But I know that he thought it right or he never would have sold."

I broke in here. I did not care to hear my own praises.

"Did you call to discuss the Shore Lane, Mr. Colton?" I inquired. "I
thought that affair settled."

"It is. No, I didn't come to discuss that. Mrs. Paine, I don't know why
your son sold me that land, but I'm inclined