If all goes well, he ought in a month to be fairly cured; but before starting upon a journey which will tax his strength, I should say at least six weeks." Ten days later Vincent was up, and able to get about.

A pile of grass had been heaped up by the door, so that he could sit down in the sun and enjoy the air.

Lucy was in high spirits, and flitted in and out of the house, sometimes helping Chloe, at others talking to Vincent.
"What are you laughing at ?" she asked as she came out suddenly on one of these occasions.
"I was just thinking," he said, "that no stranger who dropped in upon us would dream that we were not at home here.

There is Dan tidying up the garden; Chloe is quite at her ease in the kitchen, and you and I might pass very well for brother and sister." "I don't see any likeness between us--not a bit." "No, there is no personal likeness; but I meant in age and that sort of thing.

I think, altogether, we have a very homelike look." "The illusion would be very quickly dispelled if your stranger put his head inside the door.