ration of Doctor Grant's. Never saw it better done," said
his colleague.

Jerry nodded, but Jane paid no attention to any of them. She laid her
hand on the Bald One's damp forehead, she lifted his hands one after the
other, adjusted the covers, mechanically. Then she lifted an age-old
face to them all.

"God heard me," she said, and slipped into unconsciousness.

CHAPTER XXXV

For several days Jane lay in her bed, looking like a wax woman, too weak
to lift her hand. Doctor Grant ordered her to stay just where she was
until she wanted to get up.

"She's the kind that goes through hell without flinching, and collapses
at the sight of heaven," he said to Jerry. "Keep her quiet; it's a
complete nervous collapse, but she's got a fine constitution and she'll
come around quickly."

The baby was improving as rapidly as he became ill, so Doctor Grant left
on the night train, promising to come back on Sunday.

The trained nurse looked after Baby, while Anna took care of Jane. Jerry
went from one bedside to the other. His happiness and relief were so
intense that he was a most cheerful companion. Jane could not respond,
but she liked to hear him humming about, and making jokes about the
things he tried to persuade her to eat. The second day he carried the
baby around nearly all the time. The small tyrant was not content unless
he had his amusing parent at hand. Jane watched them, smiling faintly
with a sense of peace and gratitude that was like music.

Jerry's new tenderness for them both was very sweet. He had never shown
it before. He was always kind, because he liked people about him to be
comfortable, but this was quite different. He sat beside Jane and tried
to coax her to eat. He searched the town for delicacies to tempt her.
When she could not sleep at night, he came to her bedside and talked to
her by the hour. He had a way with pillows, and nice hands which
mesmerized her into relaxation. He never was tired, nothing was too much
trouble, and he took it as a matter of course that he should do just
what he was doing.

Doctor Grant's week-end visit found the baby almost well again, but Jane
lay where she had fallen. She was content to be still. He had a long
talk with Jerry about her, suggested that he might be in for a long
siege, explained that if he wanted to go back to New York to attend to
his affairs, Anna was capable of taking charge, if the nurse stayed on
another week.

"I think I'll go back wit