her men seem beside
him--and then his manner, isn't it lovely and protecting and--sure?"

Sophie had a sudden sense of the comedy which was intermingled with the
tragic of the situation. Diana and Bettina each harped incessantly on
one string, "Anthony, Anthony, Anthony," and she must play listener to
their ecstatic songs of praise.

During the trip to town, Bettina sat beside Justin.

"Since Bobbie's yacht is out of commission," suggested Justin, "why not
extend our ride up the North Shore road? There's a war-ship anchored
just off Beverly, and a tea room where we can have lunch."

"I must stop at the sanatorium first," said Diana. "Anthony has a
patient there who is to be operated on. She's a little young thing, and
she's afraid, and I want to take her some lilacs. I told Jane to pick
some and have them ready when we returned, so perhaps you'd better go
first to our house, and then to the sanatorium, then we can do as we
please----"

"A sanatorium," said Justin to Bettina, "always used to suggest vague
horrors. But Dr. Anthony's doesn't. He has a wonderful way with his
patients, puts their hands to work, because it's their minds that make
them sick; they weave and make pottery. The last time I was there an
anxious-eyed, beautifully-gowned woman was working on a rug, with three
rabbits as a design. She was having trouble with the bunnies' ears when
Dr. Blake came up.

"'I simply can't do it, doctor,' she said, and began to cry.

"Anthony stood very still for a moment, then in his quiet, strong voice,
he said, 'Dear lady, it must be done--for your soul's sake.'

"She looked up at him in a startled way. 'Why my soul?' she asked. 'It's
my body that's sick.'

"He shook his head. 'It's deeper than that,' he answered; 'you've lost
your grip because life has never meant labor to you. The people who work
have healthy minds and healthy bodies. Those who do not, waver between
weakness and wickedness. That's what's the matter with society
to-day--that's what's the matter with you. You must finish your bunnies'
ears, therefore, for the sake of your soul--your body will respond----'

"She went back to her loom," Justin continued, "with a different look on
her face. The lines were smoothed out from her forehead. Neither of them
had seemed to notice that I was there. It was a psychological moment
when the doctor had to speak, and it was wonderful to hear him talk like
that."

Bettina's puzzled eyes met his. "Oh, but do y