I supposed it was only missionaries and women who did that sort of thing." "But you wrong yourself.

You have done good in this village.

Why, we all have talked of it; and though it wasn't done in the usual way--rather irregularly--still it was doing good." He looked down at her astonished.
"Well, here's a pretty libel! Doing good 'irregularly'?
Why, where have I done good at all ?" She ran over the names of several sick people in the village whose bills he had paid, the personal help and interest he had given to many, and, last of all, she mentioned the case of the village postmaster.
Since Gaston had come, postmasters had been changed.

The little pale-faced man who had first held the position disappeared one night, and in another twenty-four hours a new one was in his place.

Many stories had gone about.