d," said Mrs. Hilbrough, "through somebody connected with
the Mackerelville Mission got hold of the story of the cure of a poor
German girl somewhere down about what they call Tompkins Square. Is
that the name of a square? Well, on Thursday, two weeks ago, when
Phillida was not present, Mrs. Frankland told this story--"

"Trotted it out as a fine illustration of faith," broke in Millard, with
something between a smile and a sneer, adding, "with Phillida's name
attached."

"No, she didn't give the name; she spoke of her as a noble Christian
young woman, the daughter of a devoted missionary to the heathen, which
made me suspect Phillida. She also alluded to her as a person accustomed
to attend these meetings, and again as 'my very dear friend,' and 'my
beloved young friend.' Mrs. Maginnis listened eagerly, and longed to
know who this was, for she had a little girl troubled with Saint Vitus's
dance. She had just been to see Dr. Legammon, the specialist."

"Who always begins his treatment by scaring a patient half to death, I
believe, especially if the patient has money," said Millard, who, in his
present biting mood, found a grim satisfaction even in snapping at Dr.
Legammon's heels.

"He told Mrs. Maginnis that it was an aggravated case of chorea, and
that severe treatment would be necessary," continued Mrs. Hilbrough.
"There must be eyeglasses, and an operation by an oculist, and perhaps
electricity, and it would require nearly a year to cure the child even
under Dr. Legammon; and he didn't even give her much assurance that her
child would get well at all. He especially excited Mrs. Maginnis's
apprehension by saying, 'We must be hopeful, my dear madam.' Mrs.
Maginnis, you know, is strung away up above concert-pitch, and this
melancholy encouragement threw her into despair, and came near to making
her a fit patient for the doctor's specialistic attentions in a private
retreat. She couldn't bring herself to have the eyes operated on, or
even to have electricity applied. It was just after this first visit to
the doctor, while Mrs. Maginnis was in despondency and her usual
indecision, that she heard Mrs. Frankland's address in which the cure of
the poor girl in the tenement-house was told as an illustration of the
power of prayer."

"Mrs. Frankland worked up all the details with striking effect, no
doubt," said Millard, with an expression of disgust.

"Well, you know Mrs. Frankland can't help being eloquent. Everybody