CHAPTER XIX.
A TALK WITH MR SHEPHERD.

[* a few minutes Willie came rushing back from
his room, with his hands and face half wet
and half dry.

“Grannie! grannie!” he panted—“ what a stupid
Tam! How can a body be so stupid! Of course
you mean a doctor’s work! My father comes
nearer to people to help them than anybody else-
can—and yet I never thought what you meant,
How is it you can know a thing and not know it
at the same moment?”

“Well, now you’ve found what I meant, what do
you think of it?” said his grandmother.

“Why, of course, it’s the best of all. When I
was a little fellow, I used to think I should be a
doctor some day, but I don’t feel quite so sure of it
now. Do you really think, grannie, I could be a
doctor like papa? You see that wants such a good
head—and—and—everything.”

“Yes; it does want a good head and everything.
But you ’ve got a good enough head to begin with,