“Martha,” he said, when the door closed, “to be absolutely honest with you, that man in there shouldn't go out again to-night. He has been half sick for some time, I judge from what he has told me, and he is weak and worn out from his tramp and wetting.” Miss Phipps shook her head impatiently. “The idea of Raish Pulcifer's cartin' him 'way over here and then leavin' him in the middle of the road,” she said. “It's just like Raish, but that doesn't help it any; nothin' that's like Raish helps anything--much,” she added. The doctor laughed. “I'm beginning to believe you're right, Martha,” he agreed. “I'm pretty sure I am. I think I know Raish Pulcifer by this time; I almost wish I didn't. Father used to say that if ignorance was bliss the home for feeble-minded folks ought to be a paradise. But I don't know; sometimes I wish I wasn't so wise about some things; I might be happier.” Her pleasant, comely face had clouded over. Doctor Powers thought he understood why. “Haven't heard anything hopeful about the Wellmouth Development Company, have you?” he asked. “Not a word. I've almost given up expectin' to. How about you?” “Oh, I've heard nothing new. Well, I've got only ten shares, so the loss, if it is a loss, won't break me. But Cap'n Jethro went in rather heavily, so they say.” “I believe he did.” “Yes. Well, it may be all right, after all. Raish says all we need is time.” “Um-hm. And that's all the Lord needed when He made the world. He made it in six days. Sometimes when I'm out of sorts I wonder if one more week wouldn't have given us a better job.... But there, that's irreverent, isn't it, and off the track besides? Now about this little Bangs man. What ought to be done with him?” “Well, as I say, he shouldn't go out to-night. Of course he'll have to.” “Why will he have to?” “Because he needs to go to bed and sleep. I thought perhaps I could get him down to the light and Cap'n Jethro and Lulie could give him a room.” “There's a room here. Two or three of 'em, as far as that goes. He isn't very big; he won't need more than one.” “But, Martha, I didn't know how you would feel about taking a strange man into your house, at night, and--” Miss Phipps interrupted him. “Heavens and earth, doctor!” she exclaimed, “what DO you think I am? I'm forty-one years old next August and I weigh--Well, I won't tell you what I weigh, but I blush every time I see the scales. If you think I'm afraid of a little, meek creature like the one in the sittin' room you never made a bigger mistake. And there's Primmie to help me, in case I need help, which I shan't. Besides he doesn't look as if he would run off with the spoons, now does he?” Doctor Powers laughed heartily. “Why, no, he doesn't,” he admitted. “I think you'll find him a quiet little chap.”