I hope I will be man enough in a few days to do something worth while in return." Spots of sunshine fell on the white cloth and blue china, the bees and an occasional stray butterfly came searching for food.

A rose-breasted grosbeak, released from a three hours' siege of brooding, while his independent mate took her bath and recreation, mounted the top branch of a maple in the west woods from which he serenaded the dinner party with a joyful chorus in celebration of his freedom.

Philip's eyes strayed to the beautiful cabin, to the mixture of flowers and vegetables stretching down to the road, and to the singing bird with his red-splotched breast of white and he said: "I can't realize now that I ever lay in ice packs in a hospital.

How I wish all the sick folks could come here to grow strong!" The grosbeak sang on, a big Turnus butterfly sailed through the arbour and poised over the table.

Elnora held up a lump of sugar and the butterfly, clinging to her fingers, tasted daintily.