htheria."

"I'm so sorry. You mean the one they call the faith-doctor? She's such a
sweet, ladylike person! She's been here to see the doctor. And you want
Dr. Beswick to attend her?"

"No; the family have called Dr. Gunstone, who has been their physician
before."

Mrs. Beswick was visibly disappointed. It seemed so long to wait until
Dr. Beswick's transcendent ability should be recognized. She was tired
of hearing of Gunstone.

"I would like to send a good nurse to care for Miss Callender," said
Millard, "since she got her sickness by attention to my little cousin.
My aunt, Mrs. Martin, said that the nurse Dr. Beswick sent to her child
was a friend of yours, I believe."

"Yes; I was in the hospital with her. But you couldn't get Miss
Jackson, who nursed the little Martin boy. She's going to take charge of
a case next week. It's a first-rate case that will last all summer. You
could find a good nurse by going to the New York Hospital."

Millard looked hopeless. After a moment he said: "It wouldn't do. You
see the family of Miss Callender wouldn't have me pay for a nurse if
they knew about it. I thought I might get this Miss Jackson to go in as
an acquaintance, having known Miss Callender at the Martins'. They
needn't know that I pay her. Don't you think I could put somebody in her
place, and get her?"

"No; it's a long case, and it will give her a chance to go to the
country, and the people have waited nearly a week to get her."

"I suppose I'll have to give it up. Unless--unless--"

Millard paused a moment. Then he said:

"They say you are a trained nurse. If, now, I could coax you to go in as
an acquaintance? You have met her, and you like her?"

"Oh, ever so much! She's so good and friendly. But I don't think I could
go. The doctor's only beginning, but his practice is improving fast, and
his position, you know, might be affected by my going out to nurse
again."

But Mrs. Beswick looked a little excited, and Millard, making a hurried
estimate of the Beswick financial condition from the few assets visible,
concluded that the project was by no means hopeless.

"I wouldn't ask you to go out as a paid nurse. You would go and tender
your services as a friend," he said.

"I'd feel like a wretch to be taking pay and pretending to do it all
for kindness," said Mrs. Beswick, with a rueful laugh.

"Indeed, it would be a kindness, Mrs. Beswick, and it might save a
valuable life."

"I don't know what to say