Lane, you've wonderful vitality." "A doctor in France told me that." "Except for your mental condition, you're in better shape now than when you came home." Doctor Bronson peered at Lane from under his shaggy brows, walked to the window, looked out, and returned, evidently deep in thought.
"Boy, what's on your mind ?" he queried, suddenly.
"Oh, Lord! listen to him," sighed Lane.

Then he laughed.

"My dear Doctor, I have nothing on my mind--absolutely nothing....

This world is a beautiful place.

Middleville is fine, clean, progressive.