&lsquo;You look painfully worried, Jem. What&rsquo;s gone wrong now?&rsquo;<br />Doctor Jem Russell, head of the Sonnalpe Sanatorium in Tyrol, glanced at his young sister-in-law, Jo Bettany, with a worried air indeed, but he shook his head at her question, and refused to give her a definite answer, much to her suppressed wrath.<br />&lsquo;There are a good many things to worry me, Jo. Don&rsquo;t bother me now, that&rsquo;s a good girl. Instead, suppose you go and get some of the ink off your fingers? Have you been bathing in it by any chance?&rsquo;<br />Jo regarded her stained fingers ruefully. &lsquo;I don&rsquo;t know where it all comes from. That wretched pen of mine doesn&rsquo;t seem to leak, and yet I always get into a mess like this when I&rsquo;ve been really busy.&rsquo;<br />&lsquo;Perhaps,&rsquo; suggested the doctor, who knew her, &lsquo;you&rsquo;ve been dipping it into the ink instead of taking the trouble of filling it properly.&rsquo;<br />Jo went pink. &lsquo;I did think it a waste of time when I was in the middle of my new chapter,&rsquo; she acknowledged with engaging frankness.<br />&nbsp;