Nancy Watson.
"Nancy was always a great hand around where there's sickness," Robert commented to his mother-in-law. "I hope she won't hurry home if she's needed."
He wrote her to that effect the next day, very proud of his ability to sit up, and urging her not to shorten her stay on his account. "Ime beter and the Barly is holding its own," he said, and Nancy found it ample.
"This Mrs. Watson you have is a treasure," said the doctor to young Bartlett; "where did you find her?"
"Find her? I thought you sent her," answered Bartlett, in a daze.
"No; I couldn't find any one; I was at my wits' end."
The two men stared at each other blankly.
"Well, it doesn't matter where she came from," said the doctor, "so she stays. She's a whole relief corps and benevolent society in one."
Young Bartlett spoke to Nancy about it the first time they were alone.
"Who sent you to us, Mrs. Watson?" he asked.