"O, dear! O, dear!" Gloria moaned; "he's had a bath, and it's given him pneumonia. The doctor! Quick, I must get him to the doctor!" Dr. Stephen Boyce was trying to practice the proverb, "Physician, heal thyself." He was dressing the wounds of battle he had received the night before in Gloria's defense. He was plastering his fist and approving it for its good work when a caller was announced. It was Lois Stafford. She had repented of her affair with the dead Freneau and was trying to live it down. Idleness was both temptation and distress. She wanted to know if there was not some work she could do. Boyce told her that there were always poor people in plenty and lonely sick. He gave her the address of some of his patients who would never pay, but whom he treated with none the less care. As she was leaving, she met Gloria coming in with the boy. Boyce was disgusted because Gloria looked angry. He should have been delighted at the hint of possible jealousy. Gloria coldly informed him of the boy's bath and its terrible consequences. She made the boy cough for the doctor. Boyce did not seem to be as much impressed as Gloria had been. He set the boy to laughing and got him to put out his tongue by making faces at him which the boy mocked. Then he said; "It's nothing. Just a little tickling in the throat, eh?" "I guess so," Stas confessed. "I am tickled all over." He gave the boy a lozenge for medicine and turned to Gloria. She asked him again why he had  Tried to deceive her about the delirium. 