O.BERKLEY." A fortnight later came her last letter: "DEAR MR.

BERKLEY: "I have been with Dr.Benton nearly two weeks now.
He took me at once.

He is such a good man! But--I don't know--sometimes he looks at me and looks at me as though he suspected what I am--and I feel my cheeks getting hot, and I can scarcely speak for nervousness; and then he always smiles so pleasantly and speaks so courteously that I know he is too kind and good to suspect.
"I hold sponges and instruments in minor operations, keep the office clean, usher in patients, offer them smelling salts and fan them, prepare lint, roll bandages--and I know already how to do all this quite well.
I think he seems pleased with me.

He is so very kind to me.

And I have a little hall bedroom in his house, very tiny but very neat and clean; and I have my meals with his housekeeper, an old, old woman who is very deaf and very pleasant.
"I don't go out because I don't know where to go.
I'm afraid to go near the Canterbury--afraid to meet anybody from there.