And tell about Whizzer, Doctor Dell." The Little Doctor rocked him and told him of the old days, and she never again brought him his lace-trimmed nightie at bedtime.

She never mentioned his language upon the subject, either.

The Little Doctor was learning some things about her man-child, and one of them was this: When he rode away into the Badlands and was lost, other things were lost, and lost permanently; he was no longer her baby, for all he liked to be rocked.

He had come back to her changed, so that she studied him amazedly while she worshipped.

He had entered boldly into the life which men live, and he would never come back entirely to the old order of things.