birth of the heir, had been living again in her own little cabin, had brought the baby down. He lay on his grandmother’s lap quietly sleeping, while his mother gathered Hoyle’s treasures, and packed his diminutive trunk. The boy followed her, chattering happily as she worked. She also had noticed the change in him, and suggested that perhaps, as he had gained such a start toward health, he need not return, but would do quite well at home.

“He’s a care to you, Doctor, although you’re that kind and patient, — I don’t see how ever we can thank you enough for all you’ve done!” Then Hoyle, to their utter astonishment, threw himself on the ground at the doctor’s feet and burst into bitter weeping.

“Why, son, are ye cryin’ that-a-way so’s