“Where do the Raynors live?” asked Roy, already impatient to be off.

“Come here to the window and I can show you the house.  It is clear at the end of this street beyond all the others.  You can just see the chimneys above the trees.”

Roy was soon hurrying away in the direction pointed out.

Although he feared that Rex might have been ill, the certainty of it made his heart very sore for his brother.

“Sick among strangers!” was his thought.  “I wish mother had come with me.”

A young girl was reading on the piazza when he opened the gate and walked up the path between the box hedges.

“Is my brother Rex here?” he said, pausing at the foot of the steps, his hat in his hand.

She had raised her head as the gate latch clicked, and now their eyes met.  Even in that moment Roy noted how very pretty she was.

“You are the Roy that he sent the telegram to?” she exclaimed.  Then paused suddenly, and blushed.

“Yes, I’m Roy, and I’ve had a hard time to find him.  How is he?”

“He’s better.  He was asleep just now.  If you will come in I will call mother.”

“Rex has certainly fallen into good hands,” thought Roy when he was left alone.

Mrs. Raynor came out in a moment and greeted Roy most cordially.

“I’m glad you came,” she said.  “It will do your brother good to see you,”

“You’ve been very, very kind to him,” answered Roy.

“No; it wasn’t any trouble, because we all took to him so.  It was a pleasure to do for him.”

“But why didn’t he let us know before where he was?” asked Roy.

“Bless you, he only knew himself yesterday.  He’s had a hard tug of it, and not a scrap or a card could we find about him, only the letters R. B. P. P, on his linen.”

“Then he’s been out of his head?”

“Yes; and you must be prepared to find him greatly changed.  But he’ll come around again all right, the doctor says.  I’ll go up now and see if he is awake and call you.”

The summons to ascend came a few minutes later, and presently Roy found himself standing by his brother’s bedside.  Mrs. Raynor considerately withdrew and left the two together, warning them that she should be back in ten minutes to prevent her patient from becoming unduly excited.

Rex had changed.  There was no longer any plumpness in his cheeks, and his face was very white.  But so were his teeth, and his eyes were as lustrous as ever.

“Roy!” He uttered the one word in a weak voice, and held tightly in both of his the hands that his brother extended to him.

A moment of the precious ten was lost to silence as the two looked at each other, but in that look was that which hours of speech could not have expressed.  Roy read in it true repentance, a pleading for forgiveness, and Rex saw that there was no chiding for him from those at home, only love and pity.