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-the fire-things always stood handy by in every room-and began to poke around. It took him a minute or two to find which log was standing out too far, but when he did he punched it back into place just as anybody would. I'll swear it was the first time he'd been told to do a thing for himself since he came home, if there was anybody by to do it for him. Justine came back with a basket full of stuff and I appeared from round the corner and took it in for her. And what she didn't do was to tell Miles he'd fixed the fire just right-like a good little boy! I had to laugh, though, to hear him call attention to it himself.

"Is the fire smoking now?" he asked her.

She gave it a glance. "Not a bit, since you punched it. Well, who's to be the lucky boy to have this room?"

"Bim, I think," he said. "He'll be sure to like the view, and he won't

mind if it isn't extra warm. Not if he's the old Bim. Of course, now

"I don't imagine he's much different now," said Justine. "He sits in his wheel-chair as if he were sergeant-major of the ward, and I don't think he stands any nonsense from the other boys. There's a cock of his head and a twist of his eye

"That's Bim!"-Old Miles was the nearest to a grin I'd seen him.— "That's certainly Bim. I'll be glad

He stopped, and the grin faded out. "Of course you'll be glad to see him." Justine picked him up just like that, not blinking the word nor letting him blink it.

Well, she went ahead on those lines. What she didn't get Miles to do, one way or another, before night, can't be mentioned, and yet somehow she didn't seem to be forcing things. Mother and Priscilla couldn't quite believe their eyes.

"Why didn't we bring him down here before?" said Pris to me, along in the afternoon, when Miles had just gone down the hall thumping his cane ahead of him, pretty nearly on a run. "It was the change he needed.”

"It was the change of company he needed," I told her. "We've all been acting like so many nurses; she treats him as if he were all right. That's the dope. Who wants to be led around like a sick horse? Besides, it would brace anybody up to have Justine around. She's some girl, I'll say. Always was, but all that Army service has pointed her up. No wonder her Division howled for her when they thought they were going forward without her. No wonder they wanted her to march through the Victory Arch with 'em when they got back home. She's the only thing I ever saw that made me wish I'd been in a different branch of the Service myself."

Pris looked at me. "Oh, how I wish I'd gone across!" she moaned. "We could work our heads off on this side-and did-but as long as we didn't serve chocolate at the Front nobody thinks we did anything!"

"You did heaps," I assured her, kindly, patting her shoulder. Pris is some little looker, too, only, of course, she isn't Justine. Couldn't bethere's only one of her. "But I'll tell you that chocolate at the Front wasn't in it with just having 'em round, those girls. We had a couple at the hut near our field who'd have put the heart into a scared rabbitand they didn't do it with chocolate, though of course that helped. Well"-I thought it best to change the subject, Sis was looking so down in the mouth-"this room certainly does look pretty jolly, eh?"

It did. It's a jolly room anyway, long and big, full of windows opening toward the sea and the rocks, and it

has a fireplace that'll take in a mammoth log. With a huge fire blazing all day it was plenty warm, by now, and Justine had put a lot of bright red pillows on the great gray couch and on the window seats that made the whole room look alive. I didn't know where she'd got 'em, but I found she'd had Mother busy all day covering the usual pillows and cushions with this red stuff. It did seem a pity Miles couldn't see that room.

He lay sort of curled up on the couch, tired all over, that evening, but he didn't seem so despondent as he always had before. Justine didn't pay any attention to him at all, just let him rest. We all went to bed early. There was lots to do next day, getting the tree up and trimmed. And in the evening the company was coming.

I was too busy all that next day to keep any line on Miles, though I managed to check up with Justine