But you said you were trying to keep from telling me what it did mean." "I can't keep from telling it any longer," he said.

"The music meant to me--it meant the kindness of--of you." "Kindness?
How ?" "You thought I was a sort of lonely tramp--and sick--" "No," she said, decidedly.

"I thought perhaps you'd like to hear Dr.
Kraft play.

And you did." "It's curious; sometimes it seemed to me that it was you who were playing." Mary laughed.

"I?
I strum! Piano.