t Maisie's skirt with a towel.

"The doctor's just in, and I says to him, `Now I do hope, sir, you'll
get your meal in comfort to-day, for it's as tidy a little bit of
griskin as any one need wish to see, and done to a turn.' Owin' to his
profession, he don't give his vittles no chance, the doctor don't. Most
times he eats 'em standing, and then up in saddle and off again. It's a
hard life, that it is, and he don't even get his nights reg'lar. Snug
and warm in bed, and ring goes that bothering night-bell. If it was me,
I should turn a deaf ear sometimes, pertickler in the winter.--Is your
boots wet, my dear? No; then come in and see the doctor. He'll be
pleased."

Maisie would have liked to stay in the kitchen with Mrs Budget, but she
was too polite to refuse this invitation, and soon found herself at the
door of the doctor's sitting-room.

"Little Miss Chester, sir," said Mrs Budget, "come to shelter from the
rain;" and thereupon vanished to dish up the dinner.

Maisie looked curiously round the room. It was small, and smelt
strongly of tobacco smoke; chairs, mantelpiece, and floor were untidily
littered with old newspapers, books, pipes, and bills scattered about in
confusion; a pair of boxing-gloves, which looked to her like the
enormous hands of some dead giant, hung on the wall, and on each side of
them a bright silver tankard on a bracket.

The doctor himself looming unnaturally large, sat sideways at the table
on which a cloth was laid, reading a newspaper. He had his hat on,
slightly tilted over one eye, and his booted legs were stretched out
before him with an air of relief after fatigue. He jumped up when he
saw the shy little figure on the threshold, and took off his hat.

"Come in, come in, Miss Maisie," he said. "Why, this _is_ an honour.
Where's your brother?"

"Dennis ran home for umbrellas," said Maisie, placing herself with some
difficulty on the high horsehair-chair which he cleared with a sweep of
his large hand; "it's raining fast."

"Why, so it is," said her host, glancing out of the window, "and ten
minutes ago there was no sign of it. That's a good sight for the
farmers. And where have you been? Far?"

"We've been to see Tuvvy," replied Maisie gravely; "he's helping Dennis,
you know, with the jackdaws' house."

"Ah, to be sure," said Dr Price readily, though this was the first time
he had heard of such a thing. "Tuvvy's a clever fellow, isn't he? And
so he's going to st