"It's a dreadful storm," said Miss Matthews, superfluously, as Bettina
went to get boiling water. "There's a young man down-stairs who wants to
speak to you, Dr. Blake. He said that he couldn't find you at the
sanatorium. He saw your car in front of the house and knew you were
here. But the bell wouldn't ring, and so he waited. I told him the bell
was broken and that you'd come down at once. He's hurt his hand."

"They would have fixed him up at the sanatorium."

"He said he wanted you, and nobody else, and that he came into the hall
because he was like a pussy cat and hated the rain. He is a queer
looking creature in a leather cap and leather leggins."

The doctor gave an amused laugh. "That's Justin Ford," he said; "the
pussy-cat speech sounds like him, and he wears the leather costume when
he flies."

Bettina, coming back with fresh tea for Miss Matthews, asked, "How does
he fly?"

"In an aeroplane. He's to try out his hydro-aeroplane to-morrow. He's
probably been at work on the machinery and hurt his hand."

Bettina sparkled. "Think of a man who can fly," she said. "Doesn't it
sound incredible?"

"It's the most marvelous thing in the world," said the big-hearted
surgeon, not knowing that he, as a man of healing, was more marvelous,
for he had to do with the mechanics of flesh and blood, while Justin had
to do only with steel and aluminum and canvas, which are, at best,
unimportant things when compared with nerves and ligaments and bones.

"Would you mind if Ford came up?" the doctor asked. "I've got to go
straight to my old man with the pneumonia after I leave here, and I
could look at his hand."

Bettina shivered. "Shall I have to look at it?" she asked in a little
voice.

He laughed. "Of course not. You can go in the other room."

But when the young man, who had answered the doctors call, entered, she
did not go, for the face which was framed by the leather cap was that of
a youth whose beauty matched her own, and whose mocking eyes, as he
acknowledged the introduction, seemed to beat against the door of her
maiden heart and demand admission.

CHAPTER II

IN THE SHADOWY ROOM

The injury to Justin's hand proved to be one of strain and sprain.

"A bandage for a few days," the doctor pronounced, "and then a little
carefulness, and you'll be all right."

Justin lingered. The little fire was like a heart of gold in the shadowy
room. Plain little Miss Matthews sipped her tea, with her feet