"That's just what I told Mrs. Macleod and Jamie I would try to make of you and him—"
"The dickens you did! A beneficiary of me, eh?"
"Yes, and I shall try to," I said earnestly. The Doctor grew serious at once.
"It will not be a hard task, Miss Farrell; I begin to dream of what the farm will be like with you to help make it a home for me and, in time, many others, as I hope."
"Doctor Rugvie, would you mind calling me by my first name?"
"Yes, I should mind very much, because it's exactly what I have wanted to do, but did not feel at liberty to."
"In my position it is better that all in the house should call me Marcia."
"Your position?" He looked around at me with a queer twist of his upper lip. "What is your position?"
"According to the advertisement it was for service on a farm in Canada."
"And now you find yourself in an anomalous one? Is that the trouble?"