“I beg your pardon, Doctor.  I’m afraid that all this is none of my business.  I am sure you will take excellent care of me, and I don’t see the need of sending for any one else.”

“I will do my best for you, Mr. Jelliffe,” I answered.

He held his hand out to me, in the friendliest way.  I think we are going to get on together very well.  It is pleasant to meet people who are so secure in their position that they do not feel the slightest need for snobbishness.

I soon left for Will’s Island, where I remained for some hours.  Frenchy’s boy came with us.  He’s a lovable little fellow, and manifested his admiration for “la belle dame” as he calls Miss Jelliffe.  He is an infant of discriminating taste.

It was very encouraging to note a real improvement in the fisherman’s condition, and I returned in a cheerful state of mind.  In the afternoon I again called on the Jelliffes, and was chatting with the old gentleman when Mrs. Barnett, with her two oldest clinging to her skirts, put her head in at the door and cheerfully asked how the invalid was getting on.

“I won’t come in,” she said, “my little chaps would soon turn the place upside down.”

“Do bring them in,” urged Miss Jelliffe.  “Daddy is ever so fond of children.”

The parson’s wife accepted the invitation.

“I daresay I will be able to hold them in for a few minutes,” she said.

Miss Jelliffe is certainly a bright girl.  I am positive that she recognized at once in Mrs. Barnett a woman who would adorn any gathering of refined people.  The homemade dress mattered nothing, nor the garb of the little ones, which showed infinite toil combined with scanty means for accomplishment.  It was delightful to observe the positive deference and admiration that were mingled with the perfect ease of the young woman’s manner.

At their mother’s bidding the little fellows said their greeting very politely.  Miss Jelliffe kissed them and at once insured their further behavior by sitting on the floor with them, armed with chocolates and magazine pictures.

“You are exceedingly kind to visit us, Mrs. Barnett,” Mr. Jelliffe assured her.  “I hope I may have the pleasure of meeting your husband soon.”

“I expect him back to-morrow,” she answered.  “He’s away on a short trip.  Sometimes he goes quite a distance up and down the coast, and occasionally it is—­it is rather hard at home, when the weather gets very bad.”

She looked out of the window, with a movement that was nearly mechanical, and which had become habitual during long hours of waiting.

“But he likes it,” she continued.  “He says it is a good work and makes one feel that one is worth one’s bread and salt.  And so, of course, we are very happy.”

I noticed that Miss Jelliffe was studying her.  A look of wonder seemed to be rising on the girl’s face, as if it surprised her to find that this cultured, refined woman could be contented in such a place.