[XX]
"If I felt the way you do, Mr. Medfield, I'd do something."
"What would you do?" He watched her face.
"Well—I'd find things." The face in its cap filled with little thoughts that came and went.... "Dear me! There's so many things, I wouldn't know which to do!"
"Suppose you tell me a few."
"Well—there's things.... Jimmie Sullivan needs a new leg, for one thing. He needs it the worst way——"
"Who is Jimmie Sullivan?" asked the millionaire.
"He's in the Children's Ward. Belongs to nobody—as you might say. We're kind of carrying him along till he gets on his feet."