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cheerful voice, that in itself seemed to lift
some of the heaviness from my heart, “are
you not astonished to see me at such an
hour?”

“Astonished, certainly,” I replied; ‘ but
very, very glad. You are always welcome;
and more than ever now, when we are in
trouble and sorrow. Do sit down, and stay
with me awhile.”

“Yes, I will, for an hour, gladly,” he said.
“But there’s something outside that had bet-
ter be brought in first. You know I’ve only
just arrived from Devonshire, and there are
two barrels of Devonshire apples on that cab,
one for you, and one for the wife, that is
why you see me here; for I thought it would
not be ten minutes out of my road to pass
by here, and leave them with you, and so
save the trouble of sending them by carrier
to-morrow.”

I rang for Mary, and the doctor suggested
the apples being put somewhere where the
smell of them could not penetrate up-stairs;_
for, as he truly remarked, “ Though a fine ripe
pippin is delicious to eat at breakfast or lun-