"In my back lot."
The doctor smoked on calmly, and studied the boat.
"I don't know you," said Eph, relaxing a little.
"Good reason," said the doctor. "I've only been here two years;" and after a moment's pause, he added: "I am the doctor here, now. You've heard of my father, Dr. Burt, of Broad River?"
Eph nodded assent; everybody knew him, all through the country;—a fatherly old man, who rode on long journeys at everybody's call, and never sent in his bills.
The visitor had a standing with Eph at once.
"Doctors never pick at folks," he said to himself—"at any rate, not old Dr. Burt's son."
"I used to come here to see your mother," said the doctor, "when she was sick. She used to talk a great deal about you, and said she wanted me to get acquainted with you, when your time was out."
Eph started, but said nothing.
"She was a good woman, Aunt Lois," added the doctor; "one of the best women I ever saw."