The next house and garden, although called the Manse, because the clergyman of the parish lived there, were Mr Shepherd"s own property.
The ruins formed a great part of the boundary between the two, and it was plain to see that the Priory had extended a good way into what was now the other garden. Indeed Mr Shepherd"s house, as well as Mr MacMichael"s, had been built out of the ruins. Mr Shepherd offered to have the wall thrown down and the building extended on his side as well--so that it should stand in the middle of one large garden.
My readers need not put a question as to what would have become of it if the two proprietors had quarrelled; for it had become less likely than ever that such a thing should happen. Willie had told Mona that he loved her more that he could tell, and wanted to ask her a question, only he didn"t know how; and Mona had told Willie that she would suppose his question if he would suppose her answer; and Willie had said, "May I suppose it to be the very answer I should like?" and Mona had answered "Yes" quite decidedly; and Willie had given her a kiss; and Mona had taken the kiss and given him another for it; and so it was all understood, and there was no fear of the wall having to be built up again between the gardens.
So the Priory grew and flourished and gained great reputation; and the fame of the two doctors, father and son, spread far and wide for the cures they wrought. And many people came and paid them large sums. But the more rich people that came, the more poor people they invited. For they never would allow the making of money to intrude upon the dignity of their high calling. How should avarice and cure go together? _A greedy healer of men_! What a marriage of words!
The Priory became quite a grand building. The chapel grew up again, and had windows of stained gla.s.s that shone like jewels; and Mr Shepherd, having preached in the parish church in the morning, always preached in the Priory chapel on the Sunday evening, and all the patients, and any one besides that pleased, went to hear him.
They built great baths, hot and cold, and of all kinds--from baths where people could swim, to baths where they were only showered on by a very sharp rain. It was a great and admirable place.
After the two fathers died, Mona had a picture of Willie"s dream painted, with portraits of them as the two angels.
This is the story of Gutta Percha Willie.