ious lady in the
white gown.

When the patients asked, "Who is she?" the reply was whispered, "Diana
Gregory. Everybody hopes she'll marry the doctor. He's dead in love with
her."

At last Diana slipped away, promising to come again soon to look at the
weaving, to see the new pottery--

"But not now," she insisted, brightly; "there's some one waiting for me
down-stairs."

She found Bettina still sitting stiffly on the edge of the chair. She
had sent Justin back to Sophie, and a nurse had taken away the lilacs.
All the glory had gone out of her morning when Anthony had asked for
Diana.

"Why didn't he want me?" she demanded, when Diana came toward her with
an eager apology. "Why didn't Anthony want me?"

"My dear, he always wants you, but there's an operation on now."

"On that girl with appendicitis?"

"Yes."

"Oh, how can he do it, Diana? I think it's dreadful--to--to hurt
people----"

"He doesn't hurt them, dear."

"But it's horrid. I--I hate it."

"Betty!"

"I--I shan't ever let him talk about it to me." The child's breath was
coming quickly. "Never--never--never, when we are married--and I'm going
to make him give it up----"

"Give it up?" Diana's voice rang clear and sharp. "Give what up?"

"His surgery. I didn't mind the other--when he came to mother and gave
her medicine in bottles--but this is different, and the women
here----Why, Diana, some of them looked in at the door, and they
were--freaks."

"They're sick, dear."

"I don't like sick things. I loved mother, and I could stand it, but
Anthony mustn't let me see such people--not now, so soon after----!"

"Hush, Betty! Oh, you shouldn't have come in. We'll go now and have a
long ride with Justin, and to-night you'll see Anthony--and some day
you'll realize what a great man he is."

"I know he's a great surgeon, and, of course, I'll have to put up with
it--but I shall hate it just the same, Diana."

Put up with it--oh, Diana! For years she had urged him toward this end,
that he might stand at the head of that profession which combats death
with a flaming sword. For years she had watched him struggle upward, and
had gloried, not only in his fame, but in his power of healing.

Together the two women went down the path.

"Are you tired of waiting?" Diana asked as they came up to the car.

"Justin took me for a little ride," said Sophie, "and I sat in front
with him. We tried to get Bettina to go, but she wouldn't. She thought
she ou