There was a company as usual gathered at Dr. Spearmint's weather-beaten hut: the door wide open, one could see his bed neatly made by his own hands within, his mother's picture against the wall, a sweet, intelligent face--like his, only that in his there was some light gone out forever for this world. Notely was there with Miss Langham, to hear Dr. Spearmint sing, and to purchase berries, and to be entertained a little in this way in the growing evening. Miss Langham did not scream on seeing me now. She smiled upon me with manifest kindness and condescension. She had beautiful bright brown eyes, and the "style" of town life pervaded her very atmosphere. "Doctor," said Notely, "Miss Langham has heard about you, and, ahem! considering what she has heard, she is perfectly willing to make the first advances." Dr. Spearmint bowed, stammering before such new bewitchment and beauty. "I _look_ dreadful," he said, fingering his blue necktie. "Oh, dear, no, doctor!" rippled out Miss Langham's voice, in willing accompaniment of the joke; "I'm sure you are perfectly charming!" "Miss Langham is from New York," said Notely. "There 's a great deal o' passin' there, ain't there?" said Dr. Spearmint in his soft voice, turning to her. "What?" said she to Notely. "Oh, my! oh, how funny! oh dear, yes, doctor; you've no idea!" "Some there 's worth----" Notely, laughing, pressed with his muscular brown hand a note into Dr. Spearmint's hand that would do more for his next winter's comfort than many weeks of dangleberrying. "Miss Langham would like to have her fortune told, doctor," he said. She pulled off her glove with a laughing grace. As Dr. Spearmint took her slender jewelled hand in his he trembled with vanity and happiness. He brushed a joyful tear from his eye, and began: "I see a bew-tiful future here," he said. "Oh, my!" said Miss Langham, looking up at him, her mirthful eyes full of incredulous rapture. "Yes, I see a tall man, quite a tall man." Dr. Spearmint himself was quite a tall man. "Dear me!" exclaimed Miss Langham. "He has curly brown hair and a--a smooth face," said Dr. Spearmint, delighted in his delight. _He_ had curly brown hair and a smooth face. "He has blue eyes"--he glanced, a little troubled, at Notely's big sparkling orbs--"_mild_ blue eyes," he corrected the statement, in such a soft voice! "Indeed they must be _mild_," cried Miss Langham. Dr. Spearmint coughed considerably, and blushed. "He--he wears a blue necktie," he said, the mild blue eyes falling. "O Dr. Spearmint! I believe--why, it must be _you_!" cried the merry girl, with a laugh as gay as rushing brooks. The boys and girls in the audience laughed loudly at this not unexpected climax. Dr. Spearmint, much embarrassed, went inside to put away his money, but was seen to steal sly glances, and a rearrangement of the blue neck-ribbon in his little cracked mirror. "Dew come again!" he said faintly, as they were going.