"Somehow, I ain’t no use for folks that mean well," observed Mrs. Slawson. "That is, o’ course, I don’t mean I ain’t no use for’m, but I think they’re kinda nuisances. When you have to explain that a fella _means well_, you can take it from me, he ain’t makin’ himself very clear on his own account." Mr. Ronald laughed. "Well, perhaps that’s true. In any event, Squire Stryker made himself so cordially disliked that when, one day, he and his bailiff, as he called him, had a big scene, and Ballard, the bailiff, was turned out, neck and crop, public sympathy was all on his side, though no one knew anything about the facts in the case. My father said Squire Stryker spoke of the man as ’scamp’ and rapscallion,’ but, he never really openly accused him of misdemeanor. There was the scene, and the next day Stryker closed his place, and took himself and his girl off, to parts unknown. The dismissed bailiff, a handsome, prepossessing chap, my father said, disappeared, and nothing more was heard of him. Idea married, and came back Mrs. Crewe. Young Mrs. Crewe, in those days. ’Ol’ lady Crewe up-the-road-a-ways,’ now." "Well, what do you think of that!" ejaculated Martha. "So that’s the reason why, when she hears it, the name Ballard’s like a rag to a red bull! Now, what do you think of that!" "What do you mean?" Mr. Ronald asked. "Why, the ol’ lady was took sick suddently a few weeks ago, an’ Sam, he couldn’t get Dr. Driggs, who was out at the time, an’, besides, wasn’t achin’ to go to the poor ol’ body, anyhow, to have his head snapped off, an’ then haggle over the bill, into the bargain. So he took the best he could get, meanin’ Sam did, which was Dr. Ballard, a fine young fella from Boston. The minute the ol’ lady clapped eye to’m, an’ heard his name, she up an’ had a kinda Dutch fit. Wouldn’t see’m. It was all I could do, what with talkin’ an’ contrivin’, to make her, an’ _then_ she set about layin’ down the law to Miss Katherine, forbiddin’ her parley with’m, or see’m at all, which is as good as sayin’, ’Bless you, my childern!’ over their married heads, if she but knew it!" Frank Ronald laughed. "The wisdom of Socrates! I tell you what it is, Martha, we’ll make a philosopher of you, yet!" "Anything you like, sir. Sever’l has lately mentioned wantin’ to make things outa me. The more the merrier. An’ if, in the end, I ain’t good for nothin’ else, maybe they’ll hire me in a circus, for a side-show freak.—THE MADE OVER LADY. WHICH, SHE WAS ONCET JUST PLAIN MARTHA SLAWSON. BUT IS NOW SO MANY DIFFERENT THINGS, IT’D MAKE YOU DIZZY TO LOOK AT HER. But I must be goin’. Them childern o’ mine will ’a’ turned the house upside down with their rapchers over the presents you brought’m." Mrs. Ronald laid a hand upon her husband’s shoulder. "I’d like to take a walk, Frank. Won’t you come?"