e or a
car. I am not quite sure that I ought to afford a car. And I like the
idea of a horse. My grandfather rode a horse."

"Are you going to do all the things that your grandfather did?"

He was aware of her quick smile. He smiled back.

"Perhaps. I might do worse. He made great cures with his calomel and his
catnip tea."

"Did you cure your patient with catnip tea?"

"Last night? No. It was a child. Measles. I told the rest of the family
to stay away from school."

"It is probably too late. They will all have it."

"Have you?"

"No. I am never sick."

Her good health seemed to him another goddess attribute. Goddesses were
never ill. They lived eternally with lovely smiles.

He felt this morning that the world was his. He had been called up the
night before by a man in whose household there had been a tradition of
the skill of Richard's grandfather. There had been the memory, too, in
the minds of the older ones of the days when that other doctor had
thundered up the road to succor and to save. It was a proud moment in
their lives when they gave to Richard Tyson's grandson his first patient.
They felt that Providence in sending sickness upon them had imposed not a
penance but a privilege.

Richard had known of their pride and had been touched by it, and with the
glow of their gratitude still upon him, he had trudged down the snowy
road and had met Anne Warfield!

"You'd better let me come and look over your pupils," he had said to her
as they parted; "we don't want an epidemic!"

He was to come at the noon recess. Anne, anticipating his visit, was
quite thrillingly emphatic in her history lesson. Not that history had
anything to do with measles, but she felt fired by his example to do her
best.

She loved to teach history, and she had a lesson not only for her
children, but for herself. She was much ashamed of her mood of Sunday. It
had been easy enough this morning to talk to Richard; and with Evelyn
away, clothes had seemed to sink to their proper significance. And if she
had waited on the table she had at least done it well.

Her exposition gained emphasis, therefore, from her state of mind.

"In this beautiful land of ours," she said, "all men are free--and equal.
You mustn't think this means that all of you will have the same amount of
money or the same kind of clothes, or the same things to eat, or even the
same kind of minds. But I think it means that you ought all to have the
same kind of c