"You are very kind, doctor. I should like to pay you, but we are so miserably poor." "Don't let that trouble you for a moment. I can give you some of my time, for of that I have plenty." CHAPTER XII. THE DISAGREEABLE WOMAN IN A NEW LIGHT. I have said that I had an idea. The destitute condition of this poor family weighed upon me, and excited my sympathy. With my scanty means I could give them only advice, but could I not secure help from others. Mrs. Gray, my landlady, would perhaps furnish a supply of food, but though a good woman in the main she was not inclined to be charitable. She was inclined to be suspicious of those who applied to her for help, and I did not want to subject Mrs. Mills to any new sorrow or mortification. Among my fellow boarders, I could not think of one to whom I could apply, except--well, yes, except the Disagreeable Woman. Under her cynical exterior I suspected there was a sympathetic heart, though I believe that I alone gave her credit for it. I resolved to speak to her about my poor patient. As the reader already knows, I sat next to Miss Blagden at the table. Toward the close of supper I said in a low voice: "If you will allow me, Miss Blagden, I will walk with you a short distance after supper. I have something to say to you." She looked surprised, but answered promptly, "I shall be glad of your company." This was the most agreeable speech I had heard from her since our acquaintance commenced. Nothing more was said till I found myself walking by her side toward Broadway. "Now?" she said, expectantly. "I am going to take a liberty," I said. "I am going to try to interest you in a poor family. I of course know nothing of your means, but my own are so limited that in spite of my profound sympathy I can only give my medical services, while more is needed." "Go on, doctor," she said, and there was unwonted kindness in her tone. I told her the story in brief words, and she seemed interested. "Your young patient has no organic disease?" she inquired. "None whatever. She is ill-nourished, and works too hard. That is the whole story." "They are very poor." "You can judge. Their income cannot be more than seven dollars and a half, and of this the girl earns six dollars. Her sickness will entail some outlay, and there is only the boy to earn money now." "It is very sad, doctor. How little we whose wants are provided for know of the sufferings of the poor! But fortunately," she added, and a rare smile lighted up her features and made her positively attractive, in spite of her name, "fortunately there is a remedy. When do you see this poor family again?" "I shall call to-morrow morning after breakfast." "And in the meantime do you think they will suffer for the lack of food?" "It may be so. I don't think they have much money in the house?" "Do you think you could make it convenient to call there this evening?"