And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse--her first adventure into poetry.

The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrot-wise.

But here was new music, tender and kindly and whimsical, that first roved to and fro in the mind and then cuddled up in the heart.

Anything that had love in it! The doctor comprehended that he also had his work cut out.

While the girl kept the patient from dwelling upon his misfortunes, whatever these were, he himself would have to keep the girl from brooding over hers.