"No, I'm not busy—no busier than I always am, I guess. You tell him to come in."
He came in with quick step and a little light in his face—as if a glint of sun shone on a dark field.
Aunt Jane looked at him approvingly. "You're doing first-rate!"
He laughed. "I don't have to try. Luck is coming my way now!"
"Folks generally have to go fully half-way to meet it," said Aunt Jane. "You seen your wife?"
He nodded. "She has been telling me—I want to thank you!" He said it impulsively and came nearer to her; his dark face worked with something he did not say.
"Sit down, Mr. Dalton. You don't need to thank me," said Aunt Jane.
"Edith told me——"
"Yes, I don't doubt she told you. She thinks I did something, maybe. But I didn't.... When folks get well," she was looking at him and speaking slowly. "When folks get well they get well—all over; and then no matter who comes along and says to 'em, 'Why don't you do so-and-so?'—they think it's something special.... Maybe it's just as well to let them think it—" she was smiling to him—"if it helps any."
"But it's true!" he said stoutly. "I've known Edith longer than you have—she hasn't ever been the way she is now."