"Not the lily; but unfortunately, Willy, my boy, every child isn't a lily. I wouldn't want to plant one in the mud to see how it would grow, would you?" And William admitted that he would not. After that he even put the matter to his wife "Martha, you're a sensible woman, I'd like to ask you about a case." "Oh, well," said Martha simpering, "I don't pretend to any very great wisdom, but I do know something about sickness." "This isn't sickness; it's about a child. Do you think a child is susceptible to the influence of an older person who is not of the highest character? If, for instance, the mother was--not good, do you suppose a child would be injured?" "Not good?" said Martha, horrified. "Oh, William' Somebody in Upper Chester, I suppose?" "But she is a devoted mother; you couldn't be more conscientious yourself. So do you think her conduct could do any harm to a child?" "Oh, Willy! A child in the care of a bad woman? Shocking!" "Not bad--not bad--" he said faintly. "Most shocking! Of course a child would be susceptible to such influences." William drew arabesques on the table-cloth with his fork, "Well, I don't know--" he began. "_I_ know!" said Martha, and began to lay down the law. For if Martha prided herself upon anything, besides her common sense, it was the correctness of her views upon the training of children. But she stopped long enough to say, "William, please! the table-cloth." And William put his fork down. He thought of his wife's words very often in the next few days. He thought of them when David stood rattling the knob of the dining-room door, and saying "Maggie says please come and see Mrs. Richie." He thought of them as Jinny pulled him slowly up the hill. Sarah was lying in wait for him at the green gate. Maggie had sent for him, she said; and having put the responsibility where it belonged, she gave him what information she could. Mrs. Richie wasn't well enough to see her brother before he went away on the stage; she wouldn't eat any breakfast, and she looked like she was dead. And when she (Sarah) had given her a note from Mr. Pryor, she read it and right afterwards kind of fainted away like. An' when she come to, she (Sarah) had said, "Don't you want the doctor?" An' Mrs. Richie said "No." "But Maggie was scared, Dr. King; and she just sent David for you." "Quite right," said William King, "Let Mrs. Richie know I am here."