MILLIE'S VICTORY.

 You are looking whitish, Millie. Put do n that
sewing, it will make your head ache."
 "ccOh, no I must do it; aunt would be angry,"
returned Millie, hastily taking up her work again.
"You mustn't interrupt me, Reg."
 "There are no such things as headaches in your
household economy, I suppose ? Send the sewing to
Flanders, and leave Miss Conway to me. Here, I
have brought you a new book, written by your favourite,
Miss Yonge. It's my first prescription, Millie. You
must please to take it, a dose every three hours till
bed-time."
 Millie took the pretty volume with a smile. "I
must submit it to Miss Conway's approval first, I am
afraid. I don't think she likes books. How are you
getting on with the doctor, Reg. ? Do you like your
work ? "
 He gave a little playful grimace. "n il despecran.
dum, you know, is my motto. There is not much to
like in my present duties; but who ever climbed a hill
by looking at it. I am studying hard. Taking in
ballast, the governor says. I intend to get on, Millie."
 She dropped her work and looked sympathisingly
at his kindling eyes.
 I am sure you will, Reg. You ought to be phy-
sician to the Queen and the whole Royal Family."
 He shook his head gravely. I don't mean that
sort of getting on, Millie. I would rather, far rather,
work in some big hospital among poor people, than
prescribe for any amount of royal aches and pains.
Don't you think getting on in life is reckoned better
by the good you do, than by the money you get? "
 Millie looked a little sober. "It's the way they
reckon in heaven, I suppose; but money is a good
thing, too. Just think what you can do with it!"
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