"You know your Bible well." And Mrs. Dale gave a little weary sigh. "Please 'm, isn't your head a little better?" "I think it is, but I can't talk any more. Do you think your Soul Doctor, Peggy, would take a patient that had spoken against Him—slandered Him, in fact—a patient that had once been to Him, and then had handed her case over to His enemy to take care of?" Peggy's brows contracted with puzzled thought. "He'd never send no one away, please 'm, would He? I come across a verse in the Bible, please 'm, that says, 'They that are whole have no need of the physician, but they that are sick!'" "That will do, Peggy. Thank you. Now leave me." And Peggy stole out of the room with a dim idea that her mistress was not yet heart-whole. "She 've never gone and done what I telled her," was her assertion to herself. And that night, by her bedside, she added this petition to her evening prayer, "And if you please, God, I arsks you to show my missus the way to Jesus, for she seems to have never got to Him yet!" A few days after this, Nesbitt informed Peggy that the spare room must be got ready for a visitor. "It's mistress's nephew, the only relation she has in the world, and he's a-coming home from India—been sent home because he is ill." "I think I like sick folks," announced Peggy; "I feels so very much at home with 'em. You see, I've nussed an aunt who was sick all my life, so I seems to know just how to manage 'em." "You won't be called on to have anything to do with this gentleman," said Nesbitt crushingly. But Peggy was not easily snubbed. She continued to take an increasing interest in the coming guest, and when she was told his name was Captain D'Arcy, she was silent from sheer astonishment. "What's the matter with you?" asked good-natured Lucy, as the three were having their supper in the kitchen together, and Nesbitt had mentioned Mrs. Dale's nephew by name. Peggy drew a long breath, and put down her cup of cocoa that she was raising to her lips. "I've a-dreamed and dreamed, and longed for a place," she said emphatically, "with a sick capting, and now it's come to me, I hardly knows how to take it in!" "You've a lot of silly foolishness in your head," said Nesbitt severely, "that ought to be knocked out of it!" "Lor, Nesbitt! Let her talk. I likes to hear 'er!" said Lucy. "Tell us why you're so taken with sick gents, Peggy." "Well," said Peggy earnestly, "'tis like this. I heard tell of a servant-maid in the Bible, and I took a strordinary liking to her. It didn't say much about her looks, or what kind o' home she had, but 'twas what she did. And I've always said to myself, that if I ever found myself in a place like hers, I'd try and see if I couldn't do somethink like her. And—" here Peggy hushed her voice to a solemn whisper, "she were waitin' on a lady, and there were a sick capting in the house!" "Well, what o' that?" said Lucy, laughing.