Medicine Man, David Langston smiled and went his way.

How lonely he had been since the death of his mother
he never realized until that morning when a new idea
really had taken possession of him. From the store-
house he heaped packages of seeds, dried leaves, barks,
and roots into the wagon. But he kept a generous supply
of each, for he prided himself on being able to fill all
orders that reached him. Yet the load he took to
the city was much larger than usual. As he drove
down the hill and passed the cabin he studied the
location.

``The drainage is perfect,'' he said to Belshazzar beside
him on the seat. ``So is the situation. We get the cool
breezes from the lake in summer and the hillside warmth
in winter. View down the valley can't be surpassed. We
will grub out that thicket in front, move over the driveway,
and build a couple of two-story rooms, with basement
for cellar and furnace, and a bathroom in front of
the cabin and use it with some fixing over for a dining-
room and kitchen. Then we will deepen and widen
Singing Water, stick a bushel of bulbs and roots and
sow a peck of flower seeds in the marsh, plant a hedge
along the drive, and straighten the lake shore a little. I
can make a beautiful wild-flower garden and arrange
so that with one season's work this will appear very
well. We will express this stuff and then select and fell
some trees to-night. Soon as the frost is out of the
ground we will dig our basement and lay the foundations.