No, I shall never forget you,' as a close hug answered me; 'I love you too dearly for that; but I want you to be brave about it, dear, for I cannot be happy wasting my time and doing nothing.

You know how ill I was before I went to St.Thomas's, so that Uncle Max was obliged to tell Aunt Philippa that I must have change and hard work, or I should follow Charlie.' 'Oh yes, and we were all so frightened about you, you poor thing; you looked so pinched and miserable.

Well, I suppose I must let you go, as you are so wicked as to disobey the proverb that "Charity begins at home."' 'Listen to me, dear,' I returned, quite pleased to find her so reasonable.

'I am very glad to know that I have been a comfort to you, but I shall hope to be so still.

I will write long letters to you, Jill, and tell you all about my work, and you shall answer them, and talk to me on paper about the books you have read, and the queer thoughts you have, and how patient and strong you have grown, and how you have learned to put up with Fraeulein's little ways and not aggravate her with your untidiness.' And here Jill's hand--and it was by no means a small hand--closed my lips rather abruptly.