"Certainly not. It would be absurd."

"I shouldn't like to have a doctor come all the way from Boston," mused
Mrs. Maynard, sinking on the lounge again. "There must be a doctor in the
neighborhood. It can't be so healthy as that!"

"There's an allopathic physician at Corbitant," said Grace passively. "A
very good one, I believe," she added.

"Oh, well, then!" cried Mrs. Maynard, with immense relief. "Consult with
him!"

"I've told you, Louise, that I would not consult with anybody. And I
certainly wouldn't consult with a physician whose ideas and principles I
knew nothing about."

"Why but, Grace," Mrs. Maynard expostulated. "Is n't that rather
prejudiced?" She began to take an impartial interest in Grace's position,
and fell into an argumentative tone. "If two heads are better than
one,--and everybody says they are,--I don't see how you can consistently
refuse to talk with another physician."

"I can't explain to you, Louise," said Grace. "But you can call Dr.
Mulbridge, if you wish. That will be the right way for you to do, if you
have lost confidence in me."

"I have n't lost confidence in you, Grace. I don't see how you can talk
so. You can give me bread pills, if you like, or air pills, and I will
take them gladly. I believe in you perfectly. But I do think that in a