But even pneumonia has its defeats. Young Doc surprised Old Doc again;
for the latter, once convinced that an African could suffer so civilized
an affliction as pneumonia, had declined to believe that he could ever
"throw it off," and had disclosed good reasons why he could not to an
attentive group at the City Drug Store.
Yet after a night when Miss Caroline had refused to let me watch, she
met me at the door as Young Doc was leaving. She was wearied but
chipper, though there was an unsteady little lift in her voice as she
said:--
"That lazy black wretch is going to get well!"
"It's about time," I said grimly. "I've been in a bad way without him.
Indeed I'm very glad to hear you say so."
Her eyes twinkled approval upon me, I thought.
"You've behaved excellently, Major. Really, I am glad that we left you
that other arm." This was almost in her old manner, though her eyes
seemed a little dimmed by her excitement. Then, with a sudden return to
the patient:--
"I wonder if you would be good enough to go in and swear at Clem. He's
perfectly rational now, and it will hearten him wonderfully. He's
dreadfully mortified because he's been sick so long. And it needs a man,
you know, really.
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