Aunt Jane took it in her plump one and held it a minute. "Sit down."
The woman sat down and looked at her. "John wanted to come. But I told him to stay home," she said.
"Much better," replied Aunt Jane, nodding.
"I told him he'd better kind of make supper for the children. So if they should miss me!" The look was wistful.
Aunt Jane regarded it comfortably.
"All the happier, when you get back home." She had seated herself in a large chair and she rocked a little.
The woman's face relaxed.
She looked about her more happily. "It seems kind of like home, don't it? I didn't think a hospital would be like this—not just like this. I don't seem to mind being here," she said with a little note of surprise.
"You won't mind it," said Aunt Jane. "You'll like it. Everybody likes it. Maybe you won't want to go away."