help you."

"Yes, my pastor at home told me to be sure and call on him," said J.W.,
and took his leave of a man he would long remember.

The call of Professor Bellew was not delayed long after J.W. had found
his bearings in Foochow, and the Professor's welcome was even more
cordial than that of the Cummings agency, though these gentlemen were,
of course, the soul of courtesy. If they were not so sure as Peter
McDougall that J.W. or any other American could teach them anything
about selling the Cummings line in China, at least they would not put
anything in his way.

One important interior town, Yenping, they had hoped J.W. might visit,
but unfortunately there was no one connected with the agency who could
be sent with him. They understood that some of his missionary friends
were ready to help him in the general enterprise, and perhaps they might
be able to suggest something.

When the difficulty was stated to Professor Bellew he said: "Why, that's
one of our stations. It is a little out of the way to go up to Dr.
Carbrook's place on the way to Yenping, but we'll see that you get to
both towns."

"That's certainly good of you, Professor," said J.W., gratefully. "I've
told you about Joe Carbrook, and I can hardly wait until I get to him."
As a matter of fact, he had told everybody about Joe Carbrook.

Professor Bellew was sympathetic. "I know," he said, "and I understand.
When you come back, if we can manage the dates, you may find something
here which you ought to see."

The Carbrook Hospital--it has another name in the annual reports, but
this will identify it sufficiently for our purposes--spread itself all
over the compound and beyond in its welcome to J.W. Joe and Marcia were
first, and joyfullest. The school turned out to the last scholar, and
even the hospital's "walking cases" insisted on having a share in the
welcome to the foreign doctor's friend.

"Tell us what you are up to," said the Carbrooks, when they were back in
the house after a sketchy inspection of the whole establishment;
hospital, dispensary, school, chapel, and so forth. And, "Tell me what
you are doing with it, now that you have the hospital you have been
dreaming about so long," said J.W.

But J.W. told his story first, just to get it out of the way, as he
said. Then he turned to Marcia and said, "How about it, 'Mrs.
Carbrook'?"

"Well, J.W.," said Marcia, "that name is not so strange as it was. I'm
feeling as if I had been married