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"Don't work too hard," he cautioned her It see admiration, that she was too delicate a

creature to handle a trowel There was a certain soft indolence in the

way she ht to his eye It occurred to hi-gloves Mrs

Richie wore them, and as she pulled one off he sa soft and white

her hand was

"How's the patient?" he asked

"Poor Maggie? Oh, she's pretty uncoether to the front porch, and as she stood on the

lower step looking up at him, the sunshine suddenly filled her eyes

with liie is in her room in the ell--the first

door on the left Shall I show you the way?"

"I know the way," he said

Mrs Richie sat down on the porch step to wait for hi to do She had tried to be

interested in the garden, and bought a trowel and some seeds and

wandered out into the borders; but aquality--especially if it involves any hard work She was glad

when Willia careeable topic, but it was a topic

"Maggie will be all right in two or three days, but don't let her go

into the kitchen before Monday A bad throat pulls you down And she's