is much in having absolutely no fear of this contagion, and I see thou hast none. With thy help we may perhaps save our old friend and neighbor.” Together they labored over the old man, and before he left, the doctor expressed his amazed approval of the skill and knowledge exhibited by this fair slip of a girl in tending and administering to the sick. Beyond this too, something in her manner, her look and her speech indefinably recalled to him old recollections.
“Thou dost constantly put me in mind of some one,” he remarked finally. “Hadst thou ever any relation who was a physician? What is thy father?”
“I have no father,” answered the girl with the reticence she had learned to exhibit through Vrouw Voorhaas’s teaching. “He is long since dead.”
“But what is thy last name?” persisted the good doctor.
“Coovenden,” replied Jacqueline with the
