m West was not on the lookout when Doctor Rolfe opened
the kitchen door at Ragged Run Harbor and strode in with the air of a
man who had survived difficulties and was proud of it. Bad-weather Tom
West was sitting by the fire, his face in his hands; and the mother of
Dolly West--with Dolly still restlessly asleep in her arms--was
rocking, rocking, as before.

And Doctor Rolfe set to work--in a way so gentle, with a voice so
persuasive, with a hand so tender and sure, with a skill and wisdom so
keen, that little Dolly West, who was brave enough in any case, as you
know, yielded the additional patience and courage which the simple
means at hand for her relief required; and Doctor Rolfe laved Dolly
West's blue eyes until she could see again, and sewed up her wounds
that night so that no scar remained; and in the broad light of the
next day picked out grains of powder until not a single grain was left
to disfigure the child.

* * * * *

Three months after that it again occurred to Doctor Rolfe, of
Afternoon Arm, that the practice of medicine was amply provided with
hardship and shockingly empty of pecuniary reward. Since the night of
the passage of Anxious Bight he had not found time to send out any
statements of accounts. It occurred to him that he had then
determined, after a reasonable and sufficient consideration of the
whole matter, to "tilt the fee." Very well; he would "tilt the fee."
He would provide for himself an old age of reasonable ease and
self-respecting independence.

Thereupon Doctor Rolfe prepared a statement of account for Bad-Weather
West, of Ragged Run Harbor, and after he had written the amount of the
bill--"$4"--he thoughtfully crossed it out and wrote "$1.75."

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V

A CROESUS OF GINGERBREAD COVE

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V

A CROESUS OF GINGERBREAD COVE

My name's Race. I've traded these here Newfoundland north-coast
outports for salt-fish for half a lifetime. Boy and youth afore that I
served Pinch-a-Penny Peter in his shop at Gingerbread Cove. I was born
in the Cove. I knowed all the tricks of Pinch-a-Penny's trade. And I
tells you it was Pinch-a-Penny Peter's conscience that made
Pinch-a-Penny rich. That's queer two ways: you wouldn't expect a
north-coast trader to have a conscience; and you wouldn't expect a
north-coast trader with a conscience to be rich. But conscience