Margaret who had been searching the safe and the
"cubbo'd", bade him wait a moment, that she had some medicine for him.
"Here," she said, giving him two small packages, "'is some quinine and
some calomy. Tell yo' granny not to take too much of the calomy. Mout
salavater her."
"Yes'm. But it won't m--m--m--m--make any diffunce with granny
w--w--w--wuther she's s--s--s--salivated or not. She ain't got no teeth.
And b--b--b--besides, she likes the quinine better. She's
d--d--d--d--deef and the q--q--q--quinine makes her head
r--r--r--r--roar and she thinks she's hearin' suthin'. Well, er
g--g--g--g--good day."
"Miz Mayfield," said Margaret, when Mose was gone, "I reckon these folks
air mighty queer to you."
"Oh, no, they are close to nature in her most whimsical mood, and a
mother of fun is better than a step-mother to scandal."
"I don't know what you mean, auntie" said Tom, "and I don't guess you
do, but I'll bet they are game and that is enough to make them all right
with me."
"Why," Lou replied, "the man that won't fight is a Judas.
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