yes, she greeted him as
he came in.

"Oh, Dr. Morris!" she began, holding up a letter she had in her hand,
"I am so glad you've come, for I wanted to tell you so badly Wilford has
not forgotten me, as I used to think, and as I guess you thought, too,
though you did not say so. He has written, and he is coming again, if I
will let him; and, oh, Morris! I am so glad! Ain't you? Seeing you knew
all about it, and never told Helen, I'll let you read the letter."

And she held it toward the young man leaning against the mantel and
panting for the breath which came so heavily.

Something he said apologetically about being snow blind, for there
was that day quite a fall of soft spring snow; and then with a mighty
effort, which made his heart quiver with pain, Morris was himself once
more, and took the letter in his hand.

"Perhaps I had better not read it," he said, but Katy insisted that he
might, and thinking to himself: "It will cure me sooner perhaps," he
read the few lines Wilford Cameron had written to his "dear little
Katy."

That was the way he addressed her, going on to say that circumstances
which he could not explain to her had kept him silent ever since he left
her the previous autumn; but through all he never for a moment had
forgotten her, thinking of her the more for the silence he had
maintained. "And now that I have risen above the circumstances," he
added, in conclusion, "I write to ask if I may come to Silverton again.
If I may, just drop me one word, 'come,' and in less than a week I shall
be there. Yours very truly, W. Cameron."

Morris read the letter through, feeling that every word was separating
him further and further from Katy, to whom he said: "You will answer
this?"

"Yes, oh yes; perhaps to-day."

"And you will tell him to come?"

"Why, yes--what else should I tell him?" and Katy's blue eyes looked
wonderingly at Morris, who hardly knew what he was doing, or why he said
to her next: "Listen to me, Katy. You know why Wilford Cameron comes
here a second time, and what he will probably ask you ere he goes away;
but, Katy, you are not strong enough yet to see him under so exciting
circumstances, and, as your physician, I desire that you tell him to
wait at least three weeks before he comes. Will you do so, Katy?"

"That is just as Helen talked," Katy answered, mournfully. "She said I
was not able."

"And will you heed us?" Morris asked again, while Katy after a moment
consented; and glad