I thought of the "something soft and cool" that Sophie was making for the invalid; and the thought took me up and carried me away before he came in. It was not destined that I should be long gone; for I met Katie bringing up something, whose odor was not even a temperate one. "How is this?" I asked of her; "did Mrs. Wilton send it?" "Yes, Miss Percival." "Where is she, Katie?" "Gone home, she told me to tell you." Why must Sophie run away? She fancies Aaron might not see the stars come out, if she were not near to point their coming. I would not be so simple, I think; but, whatever I thought, I took from rosy-faced Katie the bowl of warm and fragrant gruel, and carried it in to Miss Axtell. She took it, looked up smilingly at me, and said, "Something soft and cool." Mr. Axtell held it for her, whilst slowly she took the gruel. Doctor Eaton came in. "How is this?" he asked; "we shall take great skill and credit to our individual self for this recovery. Now tell me, Miss Lettie, am I not the very best physician in all Redleaf?" "There being none other in the village, I'll permit you to quaff the vain draught, so that you will season it with a little of my gruel; I cannot fancy, even, where it came from," she said, playfully extending to the doctor her spoon, half filled. Doctor Eaton bent forward, and put his lips to the spoon she had not meant him to touch. Miss Axtell seemed surprised. "Why did you do it?" she asked, with a little bit of childish petulance. "Because I think that you have taken all of it that is good for you at present. I made use of the speediest remedy; vital cases demand sure means, you know, Miss Lettie." Mr. Axtell held the bowl of gruel no longer. Doctor Eaton turned to me. "Have you been here all day?" he asked. "I have." "Will you put your hat on and walk in the air? There's just time enough for you to walk to the parsonage and come back, before dark." Did Doctor Eaton know how to prescribe for cases which were not vital? It so seemed; for he had given me my need this once. I put my hat on, as he had recommended, and went out. The day was saying its soft, genial farewells, that mingle so charmfully with the promise to come again, that is repeated throughout the great city of Nature. Doctor Eaton evidently intended to watch the effect of his dictation, for he joined me, giving me voice-intimation of his presence. "Have you asked him yet?" he said, coming to my side, and speaking in his peculiar way, very much as if I were a little child, and he its father. "Please tell me what I am expected to do," I replied. "To ask Abraham Axtell about that picture, Miss Percival. It will do him good." "I am afraid your prescriptions are not always the most agreeable," I said. "Maybe not; it seems quite possible; but bitters are good,--try them." "I would rather not, Doctor Eaton." "No? Then offer them to others. Abraham Axtell is one needing them." "You are his physician." "You think so?"