"Fellow-feeling, I suppose," he said lightly; "you see, they both blossomed prematurely." The words were forgotten by him as soon as spoken; but Grizel sat on with them, for they were like a friend--or was it an enemy ?--who had come to tell her strange things.

Yes, the doctor was right.

Now she knew why Tommy had loved this plant.

Of the way in which he would sit looking wistfully at it, almost nursing it, she had been told by Aaron; he had himself begged her to tend it lovingly.

Fellow-feeling! The doctor was shrewder than he thought.
Well, what did it matter to her?
All that day she would do nothing for the plant, but in the middle of the night she rose and ran to it and hugged it, and for a time she was afraid to look at it by lamplight, lest Tommy was dead.