and let it out slow through your pretty liddle mouth. There's virtue for
your cough in those names spoke that way. And I'll give you something
you can see, moreover. Here's a stick of maple, which is the warmest
tree in the wood."' 'That's true,' Una interrupted. 'You can feel it
almost as warm as yourself when you touch it.'

'"It's cut one inch long for your every year," Jerry said. "That's
sixteen inches. You set it in your window so that it holds up the sash,
and thus you keep it, rain or shine, or wet or fine, day and night. I've
said words over it which will have virtue on your complaints."

"I haven't any complaints, Jerry," I said. "It's only to please Cissie."

'"I know that as well as you do, dearie," he said. And--and that was all
that came of my going to give him a flogging. I wonder whether he made
poor Troubadour shy when I lashed at him? Jerry has his ways of getting
even with people.'

'I wonder,' said Una. 'Well, did you try the charm? Did it work?'

'What nonsense! I told Rene about it, of course, because he's a doctor.
He's going to be a most famous doctor. That's why our doctor hates him.
Rene said, "Oho! Your Master Gamm, he is worth knowing," and he put up
his eyebrows--like this. He made joke of it all. He can see my window
from the carpenter's shed, where he works, and if ever the maple stick
fell down, he pretended to be in a fearful taking till I propped the
window up again. He used to ask me whether I had said my Apostles
properly, and how I took my deep breaths. Oh yes, and the next day,
though he had been there ever so many times before, he put on his new
hat and paid Jerry Gamm a visit of state--as a fellow-physician. Jerry
never guessed Rene was making fun of him, and so he told Rene about
the sick people in the village, and how he cured them with herbs after
Doctor Break had given them up. Jerry could talk smugglers' French, of
course, and I had taught Rene plenty of English, if only he wasn't so
shy. They called each other Monsieur Gamm and Mosheur Lanark, just like
gentlemen. I suppose it amused poor Rene. He hasn't much to do, except
to fiddle about in the carpenter's shop. He's like all the French
prisoners--always making knickknacks; and Jerry had a little lathe at
his cottage, and so--and so--Rene took to being with Jerry much more
than I approved of. The Hall is so big and empty when Dad's away, and
I will not sit with old Amoore--she talks so horridly about every
one--specia