"I suppose so—of course! But—"
"Just think how different your whole life will be, if only you can feel quite well, like other people."
"Yes—" gently. "Oh, it will be all right. I don't want to have to choose. I'd rather—leave it all in His hands."
"I shall think of you on Friday, Winnie."
"Please do. I shall like to know that."
Again the wistful look, as of something that the girl had to say. Doris talked on, keeping it steadily at bay. She was not entirely successful. Winnie submitted quietly; but when her visitor stood up, with kind parting words, there was a tight clutch of hands, and the girl whispered with trembling lips—
"I'm to see Raye. He has promised to come."
"Your brother!" Doris's colour changed slightly.
"He is coming. I know you met—in Switzerland. May I tell him I've seen you?"
"You tell him most things, don't you?" With a sudden impulse, Doris stooped and kissed the pale brow. "I am glad you will have that pleasure. Now, Winnie, you must be very careful, and not do anything to tire yourself. I shall ask to have word sent me, how you get on."