The bone was injured; an' now they say the muscle's dried up in a manner of speakin'." "What do you do for it?
The very best thing is this." From the recesses of a deep pocket, placed where no one else wore such a thing, she brought out a little pot.
"You must let me give it you.

Put it on when you go to bed, and rub it well in; you'll find it act splendidly." The old man took the little pot with dubious reverence.
"Yes, m'm," he said; "thank you, m'm." "What is your name ?" "Gaunt." "And where do you live ?" "Over to Joyfields, m'm." "Joyfields--another of my sons lives there--Mr.Morton Freeland.

But it's seven miles." "I got a lift half-way." "And have you business at the house ?" The old man was silent; the downcast, rather cynical look of his lined face deepened.

And Frances Freeland thought: 'He's overtired.

They must give him some tea and an egg.