56 PEEP AT OUR NEIGHBORS.

Doctor Windman did not deserve our
dislike, though. There was scarcely a
more clever man—lI use this adjective in
the Willow Lane sense—in the neighbor-
hood. He meant well, certainly. Still,
I could not bear the sight of him. I
remembered too well that affair of the
measles; or if I had forgotten that, I
retained too distinct a recollection of the
vile compounds he made for my little
sister when she had the canker-rash.
And all the children had much the same
notions about him that had crept into my
head. We did not like him at all. It .
was on this account that when we heard
of a certain odd and rather serious acci-