The

doctor came in the afternoon, and Sue had an excuse to go into the hallway as

he left.

"Even

chances," said the doctor, taking Sue's thin, shaking hand in his.

"With good nursing you'll win." And now I must see another case I

have downstairs. Behrman, his name is - some kind of an artist, I believe.

Pneumonia, too. He is an old, weak man, and the attack is acute. There is no

hope for him; but he goes to the hospital to-day to be made more

comfortable."

The

next day the doctor said to Sue: "She's out of danger. You won. Nutrition

and care now - that's all."

And

that afternoon Sue came to the bed where Johnsy lay, contentedly knitting a

very blue and very useless woollen shoulder scarf, and put one arm around her,

pillows and all.

"I

have something to tell you, white mouse," she said. "Mr. Behrman died

of pneumonia to-day in the hospital. He was ...