hing wrong; if there were, it would be easier
to cure her."

Hetty knitted her brows, and looked at him in her turn, scrutinizingly.
"Have you had patients like her before?"

"Yes," said Dr. Eben.

"Did they all die? Didn't you cure one?" continued Hetty, inexorably.

"I have known persons in such a condition to recover," said Dr. Eben,
with dignity; "but not by the help of medicine so much as by an entire
change of conditions."

"What do you mean by conditions?" said Hetty, never having heard, in
her simple and healthful life, of anybody's needing what is called a
"change of scene." Dr. Eben smiled again, and, as he smiled, he noted
with an involuntary professional delight the clear, fine skin, the firm
flesh, the lustrous eye, the steady poise of every muscle in this woman,
who was catechising him, with so evident a doubt as to his skill and
information.

"I hardly think, Miss Gunn," he went on, "that I could make you
understand, in your superb health, just all I mean by change of
conditions. It means change of food, air, surroundings; every thing in
short, which addresses itself to the senses. It means an entire new set
of nerve impressions."

"Sally isn't in the least nervous," broke in Hetty. "She's always as
quiet as a mouse."

"You mean that she isn't in the least fidgety," replied the doctor.
"That is quite another thing. Some of the most nervous people I know
have absolute quiet of manner. Mrs. Little's nervous system has been for
several years under a terrible strain. When I was first called to her, I
thought her trouble and suffering would kill her; and I didn't think it
would take so long. But it is that which is killing her now."

Hetty was not listening: she was thinking very perplexedly of what the
doctor had said a few moments before; interrupting him now, she said,
"Would it do Sally good to take her to another place? that is easily
done." Dr. Eben hesitated.

"I think sea-air might help her; but I am not sure," he replied.

"Would you go with us?" asked Hetty. "She wouldn't go without you." The
doctor hesitated again. He looked into Hetty's eyes: they were fixed on
his as steadily, as unembarrassedly, as if he and Hetty had been
comrades for years. "What a woman she is," he thought to himself, "to
coolly ask me to become their travelling physician, when for six weeks I
have been coming to the house every day, and she would not even speak to
me!"

"I am not sure that I could, Miss Gunn,"