'That at least all may hear,' remarked Dr. Arthur. 'Science may have its reserves; but public news about Dane!—' 'It's very old indeed,' said the person concerned. 'Only new to this witness. May be safely passed over.' If Mr. Rollo was good at reading faces, he might see that remarks about him were considered quite too much her own personal property to be repeated to anybody in the world but himself. Wych Hazel sat silent, stirring her coffee. 'We are ready to hear the rest,' he remarked with a smile. 'Go on to the broken arm. How did you get hold of that?' 'One of the children came for you. And somebody had to go,' she answered simply. 'And "somebody" had to keep the broken arm in place, I suppose. But how came you to think of doing that?' said Rollo, who all the while was looking after the comfort of his two guests in his own fashion of quick-eyed ministry. 'I did not, till I had the child in my lap,' said Hazel; 'and then I remembered all of a sudden something in one of my old Edgeworth story books. So I tried, and succeeded.' 'I wish every one read story books to as good purpose,' said Dr. Arthur. 'There is no describing from what you saved the child. But at first I suppose she made great resistance?' 'Very great.'—Hazel did not want to enlarge upon that part of the subject. And here Reo entered. 'Ha, Reo! are you made up for your journey already?' said Rollo. 'You can report to Mrs. Bywank that Miss Wych was too much fatigued to take the drive home; and bring the carriage over in the morning.' Wych Hazel looked up, but her courage failed her for a protest. She was obliged to let the order stand. The fire was bright, the coffee was excellent, the little party so oddly thrown together were happy in mutual confidence and sympathy. Such hours are not too common, and a certain kindly recognition of this one sat upon every face. Gyda was busy preparing a room for Miss Kennedy and had not joined them. 'How does the work of the world look to you, Arthur, from this corner?' said Dane, when they had subsided a little from supper to the consideration of each other. 'Every spot of true Christian work is a centre,' said his friend. 'The "corners" are for darkness—not light. Work is the most enticing thing in the world to me, Dane!' 'Gyda's fireside was the corner I meant,—it's not dark just now!— and I was thinking, that from this nook of quiet the work looks easy. So it is! It is a hand to hand and foot to foot battle; but it is easy to follow the captain that one loves.' 'I don't know that it is always easy,' said Dr. Arthur; 'but it can be done. Once in a while, you know, we are sent to carry a redoubt with only his orders before us. The Lord himself seems to be in quite another part of the field.' 'That is, to those who do not know.'