It was nothing, absolutely nothing, she declared. "And besides," she said, "I know the Doctor. I met him the other day. He is a dear old man." She ended by addressing Keith. "One of the best," said Keith, warmly. "Well, we must get you into the vehicle and take you home immediately," said her mother. "Can you help put my daughter into the carriage?" Mrs. Yorke looked at the driver, a stolid colored man, who was surly over having had to drive his horses so hard. Before the man could answer, Gordon stepped forward, and, stooping, lifted the girl, and quietly put her up into the vehicle. She simply smiled and said, "Thank you," quite as if she were accustomed to being lifted into carriages by strange young men whom she had just met on the roadside. Mrs. Yorke's eyes opened wide. "How strong you must be!" she exclaimed, with a woman's admiration for physical strength. Keith bowed, and, with a flush mounting to his cheeks, backed a little away. "Oh, he has often lifted sacks of salt," said the girl, half turning her eyes on Keith with a gleam of satisfaction in them. Mrs. Yorke looked at her in astonishment. "Why, Alice!" she exclaimed reprovingly under her breath. "He told me so himself," asserted the girl, defiantly. "I may have to do so again," said Keith, dryly. Mrs. Yorke's hand went toward the region of her pocket, but uncertainly; for she was not quite sure what he was. His face and air belied his shabby dress. A closer look than she had given him caused her to stop with a start. "Mr.--ah--?" After trying to recall the name, she gave it up. "I am very much obliged to you for your kindness to my daughter," she began. "I do not know how I can compensate you; but if you will come to the hotel sometime to-morrow--any time--perhaps, there is something--? Can you come to the hotel to-morrow?" Her tone was condescending. "Thank you," said Keith, quietly. "I am afraid I cannot go to the village to-morrow. I have already been more than compensated in being able to render a service to a lady. I have a school, and I make it a rule never to go anywhere except Friday evening or Saturday." He lifted his hat and backed away. As they drove away the girl said, "Thank you" and "Good-by," very sweetly. "Who is he, Alice? What is he?" asked her mother. "I don't know. Mr. Keith. He is a gentleman." As Gordon stood by the roadside and saw the carriage disappear in a haze of dust, he was oppressed with a curious sense of loneliness. The isolation of his position seemed to strike him all on a sudden. That stout, full-voiced woman, with her rich clothes, had interposed between him and the rest of his kind. She had treated him condescendingly. He would show her some day who he was. But her daughter! He went off into a revery. He turned, and made his way slowly and musingly in the direction of his home.