Raish, but that doesn't help it any; nothin' that's like Raish helps
anything--much," she added.

The doctor laughed.

"I'm beginning to believe you're right, Martha," he agreed.

"I'm pretty sure I am. I think I know Raish Pulcifer by this time; I
almost wish I didn't. Father used to say that if ignorance was bliss the
home for feeble-minded folks ought to be a paradise. But I don't
know; sometimes I wish I wasn't so wise about some things; I might be
happier."

Her pleasant, comely face had clouded over. Doctor Powers thought he
understood why.

"Haven't heard anything hopeful about the Wellmouth Development Company,
have you?" he asked.

"Not a word. I've almost given up expectin' to. How about you?"

"Oh, I've heard nothing new. Well, I've got only ten shares, so the
loss, if it is a loss, won't break me. But Cap'n Jethro went in rather
heavily, so they say."

"I believe he did."

"Yes. Well, it may be all right, after all. Raish says all we need is
time."