day, gradually increasing the volume of the weight and the length of the periods as time went on, in hope of finally stretching it out as straight and sound as it once had been. I learned that Elsie's suffering was severe at this time. The trained nurse confided to me that Miss DeForrest didn't know how to bear pain very well. She possessed patience, dear child, but very little determination, or power of endurance. It took two nurses to carry Elsie DeForrest through the dark hours of the day when the heavy weights were applied. I don't know how Burr managed to get a month's vacation at this time, but he did, and he spent it at the DeForrests'. The nurses told me if it wasn't for Mr. Guthrie the doctors would have abandoned the experiment of the weights long ago.
My first sight of Elsie was a shock. I had expected to see her thin and wasted, but I had not prepared myself for such a complete change. All the pretty curves of her face had disappeared—the dimples, the childish roundness of her chin, the fullness of her throat. Her hair that used to grow in a sort of caressing fashion, low about her brow, was thin and scraggly now, and revealed the harsh outline of unprotected forehead and temples. Her cheeks had lost their bright flush; her eyes their laughing expression. Elsie wasn't
