Observing that she had a day's supply of wood at hand, I left, not a
little annoyed at both of them. I missed my coffee.
When I knocked at the door that evening, no one came to admit me. I went
in, hearing Clem's voice in truculent protest from a large room on the
first floor which had been called the room of Little Miss. I went to the
door of this room.
Clem and his bed were there. We had two physicians in Little Arcady, Old
Doc and Young Doc. Young Doc was now present measuring powders into
little papers which he folded neatly, while Miss Caroline stood at hand,
cowering but stubborn under Clem's violence.
"Miss Cahline, yo' suttinly old enough t' know betteh'n that. Ah do wish
yo' Paw was about th' house--he maghty quickly put yo'-all in yo' place.
Now Ah tole yo' Ah ain't go'n' a' have none o' this yeh Doctah
foolishness. Yo' not go'n' a' stravagate all that theh gole money on
sech crazy doin's an' mek us be indigent in ouah ole aige. What Ah
_want_ with a Doctah? Hanh! Anseh me that! Yo'-all jes' git me a little
bit calamus an' some catnip, an' Ah do all th' doctahin' tha's
advisable." All this he brought out with difficulty, for his breathing
was by no means free.
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