The sound of rough voices and her father's querulous accents was broken upon by a cultivated and more familiar utterance: "All right; I'll speak to her at once.

Wait there," and the door opened to the well-known physician of Burnt Ridge, Dr.Duchesne.
"Look here," he said, with an abruptness that was only saved from being brusque by a softer intonation and a reassuring smile, "I met Miguel helping an accident into your buggy.

Your orders, eh ?" "Oh, yes," said Josephine, quietly.

"A man I saw on the road." "Well, it's a bad case, and wants prompt attention.

And as your house is the nearest I came with him here." "Certainly," she said gravely.