Herman Medfield took the hand, laughing a little, and his eyes filled
with quiet pride and happiness. "I am glad you've come home, Julian."
"Looks to me about time!" said the youth. He glanced again at the card
and chuckled.
Then he stood up.
It was Miss Canfield for the tray.
She came around to the other side of the bed; and Herman Medfield looked
up at her--and glanced from her to his boy.
"This is my son, Julian, Miss Canfield." He was watching the two faces
that confronted each other across the bed.
The young man's had lighted with a little look of admiration.
He held out his hand across the bed. "It's a long-distance introduction,
isn't it?"
The girl took the hand quietly. "How do you do, Mr. Herman," she said
pleasantly.
"I'm glad to meet you," said Julian out of a puzzled look; and the two
hands fell apart.
Herman Medfield flashed a twinkle at her. "His name is not Herman," he
remarked dryly. "Nor mine," he added after a minute. "'Herman' is for
the hospital-- Aunt Jane invented it."
"I see." The girl held it. "I wondered a little----"
"Don't let anybody else wonder," said Medfield. "I want to get rid of
myself--for a while."