a minute."

I could not let the good woman hold this opinion of my
tenants, and I briefly told her the truth. She looked at me with
moist admiration in her eyes.

"I am glad to hear that, sir," said she. "I like it very
much. But if I was you I wouldn't be in a hurry to tell my
husband and the people in the neighborhood about it. They might
be a little disappointed at first, for they had a mighty high
opinion of you when they thought that you was layin' low here to
keep an eye on them tenants of yours."



THE STAYING POWER OF
SIR ROHAN

During the winter in which I reached my twenty fifth year I lived
with my mother's brother, Dr. Alfred Morris, in Warburton, a
small country town, and I was there beginning the practice of
medicine. I had been graduated in the spring, and my uncle
earnestly advised me to come to him and act as his assistant,
which advice, considering the fact that he was an elderly man,
and that I might hope to succeed him in his excellent practice,
was considered good advice by myself and my family.

At this time I practised very little, but learned a great
deal, for as I often accompanied my uncle on his professional
visits, I could not have taken a better postgraduate course.