“A visit from Dr. Denslow does a sick man more good,” whispered “Squills” to Rachel, as he saw her eyes light up with admiration at the Doctor's tactful kindliness, “than all the drugs in the dispensary. I sometiems believe he's one of them that can cure by a simple laying-on of hands. He's just the opposite of old Moxon, who'd counteract the effect of the best medicine in the world.” “No. 19, Quin. Sulph., grains 16; make four powders, one every three hours,” continued “Squills,” repeating the directions as he received them, “Spiritus Frumenti, 1 oz., at evening. No. 2 diet. No. 20, Dover's powder 10 grains, at bedtime. No 1 diet. You,” addressing himself to Rachel again, “will do even better than Dr. Denslow, soon. Can't you see how the mere sight of you brightens up everybody around here?” Rachel had no reply ready for so broad a compliment, but its assertion of her high usefulness went far to reconcile her to her position. She wondered silently if her mission was to be confined to posing as a thing of beauty and a joy forever. This differed much from her expectations, for she dreaded at each step lest the next bring her fact to face with some horrible task, which she would be expected to undertake. But the Doctor, with his usual tact, was almost imperceptibly inducting her into her duties. “Would Miss Bond kindly shake this powder into that cup of water and give it to that boy?” She did so, and was rewarded by the recipient's grateful look, as he said: “It don't seem at all nasty when YOU give it to me.” “Would she hand tht one this bit of magnesia for his heartburn?” It was a young Irishman, who received the magnesia with a gallant speech: “Faith, your white fingers have made it swater than loaf-sugar.” Rachel colored deeply, and those within hearing laughed. At the next cot a feverish boy tossed wearily. Rachel noticed the uncomfortable arrangement of the folded blanket which did duty as a pillow. She stepped quickly to the head of the cot, took the blanket out, refolded it with a few deft, womanly motinos, and replaced it with a cool surface uppermost. “O, that is SO good,” murmured the boy, half-unclosing his eyes. “It's just as mother would've done.” Dr. Denslow looked earnest approval. Rachel began to feel an interest kindling in her work. It was not in a womanly nature to resist this cordial appreciation of all she did.