Now he spoke, and the savor of honey for all was in his words.
"It's fust-rate of you, Jake, to stand up for the doctor," said he.
"We all of us feel all wrought up about poor Abel.

I understand the doctor's goin' to be easy with the widder about the mortgage.

I thought likely he would be.

Sometimes folks do considerable more good than they get credit for.

I shouldn't be surprised if Doctor Prescott's left hand an' his neighbors didn't know all he did." Ozias Lamb turned slowly around and looked at the storekeeper.
"Doctor Prescott's a pretty good customer of yours, ain't he ?" he inquired.
There was a subdued titter.