The doctor arrived the following afternoon and first visited the Gillinghams   to inoculate all seven members, than went directly to the school to do the same for other residents of the cove. In a little over two hours, his job was completed but before leaving he met with some residents to point out the importance of basic hygiene and ask questions about diet, especially of the children.  As none of the other residents had as yet contracted it, he was hopeful that they had been able to contain the spread of the disease. It would take more time however, to be certain and the Gillingham family was to be under quarantine for another week.  He had great praise for nurse Olson and for her quick action which he felt certain had prevented an outbreak of typhoid in the small outport.  After the doctor and nurse had left, everyone retired to their homes exhausted after the  happenings of the past two days.
In such a close knit community, it was natural that there was great concern for young Elias Gillingham. Other women were thinking too of Elias’s mother yet knew that none could go to comfort her. The next seven days passed without another case of typhoid being diagnosed and the people gave a mutual sigh of relief. News came from St. John’s that Elias was improving, and things gradually began to return to normal. The Gillinghams were once more able to mix with others to the great delight of all, especially the children.

On September 15, just seven weeks from that fateful day when he had left unconscious, and on a stretcher, Elias Gillingham arrived back in Ploughman’s Cove. Almost the entire population turned out to welcome him and to give thanks for his safe return. He looked as healthy as he ever had, albeit lacking the sun tan sported by most of the other youngsters. Miles away in Carefree Harbour, Mavis Olson had also hear the news of Elias’s return and felt once again the satisfaction of a job well done. It was at such times that the hardships and deprivations she endured felt all worthwhile.