y concern is her lack of appetite. If he can coax that,
he thinks she will soon be well."

"Perhaps these things will tempt her," remarked Nan, as she emptied the
contents of the basket upon the table.

"How splendid!" exclaimed the nurse. "They are just the things she
needs. I'll go and tell her that you are here, and you can take them in
to her."

Left alone, the girls glanced around them. A warm fire blazed in the
stove. Everything in the room was spotless.

"Doesn't it look nice?" observed Bess.

"Couldn't be any neater or more comfortable," judged Nan with
satisfaction. "I'm so glad we could get Mrs. Ellis."

"She's a jewel, and no mistake," affirmed Rhoda.

At Mrs. Ellis' invitation, the three girls trooped into Mrs. Bragley's
room. They were delighted to find her propped up in bed and looking very
cheerful and comfortable.

"I'm glad to see you, young ladies," was her greeting to them. And she
looked with pleasure into the bright faces as the girls clustered about
the bed.

"You are feeling pretty good to-day, Mrs. Ellis tells us," said Nan
brightly.

"Oh, very much better," was the reply. "I ought to when I have so many
kind friends."

Just then the nurse came in, bringing the delicacies that the girls had
purchased.

"See what these friends have brought you," she said, as she lifted the
things one by one from the basket and placed them on a table by the side
of the bed.

Mrs. Bragley's eyes grew wet with sudden tears.

"You are too good to me, young ladies! What kind hearts there are in the
world!"

The oranges especially seemed to please her, and Mrs. Ellis prepared one
for her.

"How good that orange tastes," she remarked. "I've always been very fond
of them. At one time I thought I'd be owning a whole grove of them. But
that was just a dream."

"What do you mean?" Rhoda asked, with interest.

"Well, dearie," answered the woman, evidently pleased with Rhoda's
interest, "some years ago my husband thought he saw his way to make a
little fortune for us. He heard of a company in Florida that was
developing orange lands, and it looked so good to him that he bought a
share in it. He thought he was going to make money enough out of it to
make us safe for life. But nothing ever came of it."

"Where was this land?" asked Nan.

"Let me see," mused Mrs. Bragley, wrinkling her brow with the effort to
remember. "It was somewhere in Florida, but I can't remember the name.
It was--it was--I can'