The pipe
organ remained in place, music boxes and wonderful mechanical toys had
been added, rugs that had been in the house were spread on the floor. No
normal man could study and interpret the intention of that place unmoved.
All over the building was the same beautiful whiteness, the same comfort,
and thoughtful preparation for the purpose it was designed to fill. The
operating rooms were perfect, the whole the result of loving thought,
careful execution, and uncounted expense.
He came in time to the locked door of his wife's suite, and before he left
the building he met her lawyer. He offered his hand and said heartily: "My
sister told me of the wonderful work going on here; she advised me to come
and see for myself. I am very glad I did. There's something bigger than
the usual idea in this that keeps obtruding itself."
"I think that too," agreed John Haynes. "I've almost quit my practice to
work out these plans."
"They are my wife's, by any chance?"
"All hers," said Mr. Haynes. "I only carry out her instructions as they
come to me.
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