make a lot of money too, but that isn't exactly what I mean. Some of the
best men I've met were just country doctors, working night and day in
all sorts of weather and getting paid or not, just as it happened. That
old Doctor Harley down in your town is one of that kind, I think. I saw
something of his work while I was there."

"Did you? I shouldn't have thought you had time for that, with all the
picnics and sailing parties."

"I did, though. I met him at Sam's. Mrs. Keith had a cold or a cough or
something. He and I got to talking and he asked me to come and see him.
I went, you bet! Went out with him on some of his drives while he made
his calls, you know. He told me a lot of things. He's a brick."

"It's queer," he went on, after a moment, "but I felt really at home
down there in that little place. Seemed as if I had been there before
and--and--by George, almost as if I belonged there. It was my first
experience on and around salt water, but that seemed natural, too. And
the people--I mean the people that belong there, not the summer crowd--I
liked them immensely. Those two fine old cards that kept the store--Eh,
I beg pardon; they are relatives of yours, aren't they? I forgot."

"They are my uncles," said Mary, simply. "I have lived with them almost
all my life. They are the best men in the world."

"They seemed like it. I'd like to know them better. Hello! here's that
confounded church. I've enjoyed this walk ever so much. Guess I've done
all the talking, though. Hope I haven't bored you to death gassing about
my affairs."