CHAPTER XVIX.
A TALK WITH Mr SHEPHERD.
In a few minutes Willie came rushing back from his room, with his hands and face half wet and half dry.
"Grannie! grannie!" he panted--"what a stupid I am! How can a body be so stupid! Of course you mean a doctor's work! My father comes nearer to people to help them than anybody else can--and yet I never thought what you meant.

How is it you can know a thing and not know it at the same moment ?" "Well, now you've found what I meant, what do you think of it ?" said his grandmother.
"Why, of course, it's the best of all.

When I was a little fellow, I used to think I should be a doctor some day, but I don't feel quite so sure of it now.

Do you really think, grannie, I _could_ be a doctor like papa?
You see that wants such a good head--and--and--everything." "Yes; it does want a good head and everything.

But you've got a good enough head to begin with, and it depends on yourself to make it a better one.