at on my back now for a fortnight,
getting over a rather bad spill from my car. I'm pretty
comfortable now, thank you, so don't waste a particle of
sympathy; but the hours must certainly drag for you as they do
for me, and my idea is that we ought to establish some sort of
system of intercommunication. I have an awfully obliging
nurse, and a young man with a fiddle here besides, and I'd
like to send you a short musicale when you feel up to it. Are
you fond of music? I have a notion you are. Franz will come
and play for you whenever you say. But besides that I'd
awfully like to have a note from you as soon as you are able
to write. I'll answer it, you know--and then you'll answer
that, perhaps--and so the hours will go by. I know this is a
rather free-and-easy-sounding proposition from a perfect
stranger, as I suppose you think me, but circumstances do
alter cases, you know, and if our circumstances can't alter
our cases, then it's no good being laid up!

Hearty congratulations on that raging appetite. You see Doctor
Burns is good enough to keep me informed as to how you come
on. You certainly seem to be coming on now. Please keep it up.
I shouldn't dare ask you to write to me if the Doctor hadn't
said you could--if you wouldn't do it enough to tire you.
So--I'm hoping.

Yours, under the same roof,

JORDAN KING.

"Good morning!" said a beloved voice from the doorway. Anne looked up
eagerly from her letter.

"Oh, Mrs. Burns--good morning! And won't you please stand quite still
for a minute while I look at you?"

Ellen laughed. To other people than Anne Linton she was always the
embodiment of quiet charm in her freshness of attire and air of general
daintiness. In the pale gray and white of her summer clothing, with a
spray of purple lilac tucked into her belt, she was a vision to rest the
eye upon. "You are looking ever so well yourself to-day," Ellen said as
she sat down close beside Anne, facing her. "Another week and you will
be showing us what you really look like."

"The little pink cover-up does me as much good as anything," declared
Anne. "I never thought I could wear pink with my carroty hair. But Miss
Arden says I can wear anything you say I can, and I believe her."

"Your hair is bronze, not carroty, and that apricot shade of pink tones
in with it beautifully. What a glorious mass of