"Oh, I tell ye, Doctor Clay's the fellow," she said, her
eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "He knew what was wrong
wid Arthur the minute he clapped his eyes on him--tore
open his little satchel, slapped the chloroform into his
face, whisked out his knives and slashed into him as aisy
as ma wud into a pair of pants for Jimmie there, and him
waitin' for them."
"Look at that now!" her father exclaimed, pulling out
the damper of the stove and spitting in the ashes. "Yon's
a man'll make his mark wherever he goes."
A knock sounded on the door. Teddy opened it and admitted
Camilla and Jim Russell.
"I've got a letter for you Pearl," Jim said when the
greetings were over. "When Tom brought the mail this
evening this letter for you was in with the others, and
Arthur brought it over to see if I would bring it in. I
didn't really want to come, but seeing as it was for you,
Pearl, I came."
Camilla was not listening to him at all.
Pearl took the letter wonderingly. "Read it Camilla,"
she said, handing it to her friend.
Camilla broke the seal and read it. It was from Alfred
Austin Wemyss, Rector of St. Agnes, Tillbury Road, County
of Kent, England.
It was a stately letter, becoming a rector, dignified
and chaste in its language. It was the letter of a
dignitary of the Church to an unknown and obscure child
in a distant land, but it told of a father and mother's
gratitude for a son's life saved, it breathed an admiration
for the little girl's devotion and heroism, and a love
for her that would last as long as life itself.
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