Drusilla thought for a moment. "I don't seem to recall the name, but perhaps you moved there sence I went away." "I been there about thirty years. Of course you know William Fisher, the editor of the county paper? He is a friend of mine." Drusilla's face brightened. "Yes, indeed; I know him well. I nursed his wife through all her children and her last spell of sickness." "Is that so! His wife was a cousin of my wife's. Her name was Jenny Jameson before she married me." "The daughter of old Dr. Jameson! Well, I do declare, it's like meetin' old friends. How is she?" "I'm sorry to say she is not very well. We lost our little girl about two years ago, and she has been sick ever since." Kindly Drusilla was all sympathy at once. "Do tell me. What did she die of." "Diphtheria. She got it in school; it run through all the children in the county." "How old was she?" "She was eleven, and it near broke my wife's heart. She was our only child. I catch her settin' by the door waitin' for Julia to come home. It worries me very much." "Well, I'm so sorry. Have you had a doctor?" "Yes; we have had Dr. Friedman and another doctor from the city. But they don't seem to be doing her no good." "It's too bad! Now perhaps I got something that'll help her. I got some harbs that make the best tonic. I always give it to mothers who didn't get along well, and it made them have an appetite; and if one can eat well, they can ginerally git enough strength to throw off sorrow. You just set still a minute, and I'll make a package for you. I ain't got much left, 'cause I been kind of savin' of it; but I know it'll do your wife good, so I'm goin' to give you some." Drusilla left to go up to her room to find the "harbs" that she had been carefully cherishing for time of need. When she returned she handed the package to the man. "You have her bile them fifteen minutes and drink it like a tea," she said. They chatted for fifteen minutes about the families in Adams. Mr. Gleason seemed to be very familiar with them all, and Drusilla's eyes brightened as she heard the old names. She thoroughly enjoyed the visit. "John Brierly is upstairs," she said finally. "I'll call him. He'd like to hear all the news of the old neighbors, and perhaps he'll know about your father." The man looked embarrassed. "Well, Miss Doane," he stammered, "I'd like to see him, but I'm in a hurry. I want to get the eleven o'clock train home. I'm worried about leaving my wife. She's not sick, you know, but just peculiar and I don't like to leave her longer than I can help. I had to come down on business--I've been seeing about some cattle over in New Jersey, and--and--Miss Doane, I'm in trouble, and I don't know a soul in New York, and I didn't know who I could go to but you, and I remembered you was from Adams and might help me." Drusilla looked at him with inquiring, sympathetic eyes. "What can I do?" she asked.