He soon learned that the medical providence which so often interferes with our plans in life had to be considered.
Mrs.Penhallow to John's surprise had of late gone to bed long before her accustomed hour, and one evening in this June of 1857 Penhallow seeing her go upstairs at nine o'clock called John into the library.
"Mr.Rivers," he said, "has gone to see some one in Westways, and I have a chance to talk to you.

Sit down." John obeyed, missing half consciously the ever-ready smile of the Squire.
"I am troubled about your aunt.

Dr.McGregor assures me that she has no distinct ailment, but is simply so tired that she is sure to become ill if she stays at home.

No one can make her lessen her work if she stays here.

You are young, but you must have been aware of what she does for this town and at the mills--oh, for every one who is in need or in trouble.