He was more than thankful.
"I'll never forget your kindness, and I'll send it to you as soon as I get home. You'll get it day after to-morrow. And I'll see my wife takes this tea. We'll never forget you, Miss Doane."
He wrung her hand.
"Can't I get you anything from the country," he asked. "But I suppose you have everything. I'd like to send you something to show you how I feel."
Drusilla was touched.
"Now that's real kind of you to think of it," she said; "but I don't need nothin'."
She followed him to the door and helped him on with his overcoat.
"Be sure and let me know how your wife gets on. Perhaps if the tea don't do no good, my doctor will know of something that'll help her. She might come down here for a few days; a change might take her mind off her sorrow."
Again Mr. Gleason shook the kindly outstretched hand, and for a moment he seemed rather overcome by his feelings of gratitude.
"I'll let you know at once, and I'll remember your offer. I must catch my train. Thank you again, Miss Doane."