"Out of the apple-tree? I remember. I also remember the lecture Hope gave me."
"Those were good old days," he said contentedly, as he opened and shut her fan.
"These are better," she answered, looking down at him, as he sat there in the moonlight. "I can't make it seem as if you ever lived in a chair."
He looked up, shaking back his hair with a quick motion of his head.
"It's over now, thank Heaven! Still, it brought us together, after all. Teddy, I'm going to miss you. I wish I needn't go."
"But you must," she said hastily, startled at something in his tone. "It isn't everybody who has the double chance to study for his profession and to be treated by Dr. Brunald, at the same time."
"If it only finishes the cure! But two years is such a long time."
"Yes. But I'm going down with your mother to see you off, you know; and then you'll write often."
"Of course. But so much can happen in two years."
"I hope there can. Do you remember my three wishes?"