though her mother and Mrs. Nailor, another New York lady, did not like
the idea of his being the only doctor at the Springs, he had been very
nice to her. He had seen her sitting on the ground the day before and
had given her his buggy-robe to sit on, saying, with a smile, "You must
not sit on the wet ground, or you may fall into my hands."

"I might do worse," she had said. And he had looked at her with his deep
eyes twinkling.

"Ah, you young minx! When do you begin flattering? And at what age do
you let men off?"

When Miss Alice Yorke arrived at the hotel she found her mother and Mrs.
Nailor engaged in an animated conversation on the porch.

The girl told of the little child she had found crying in the road, and
gave a humorous account of the young countryman trying to put her on
her horse.

"He was very good-looking, too," she declared gayly. "I think he must be
studying for the ministry, like Mr. Rimmon, for he quoted the Bible."

Both Mrs. Yorke and Mrs. Nailor thought it rather improper for her to be
riding alone on the public roads.

The next day Keith put on his best suit of clothes when he went to
school, and that afternoon he walked home around the Ridge, as he had
done the day before, thinking that possibly he might meet the girl
again, but he was disappointed. The following afternoon he determined to
go over to the Springs and see if she was still there and find out who