"If he gets better, I might take him over to Mrs.Meech's; he can't be moved now." "Mrs.Meech!" cried Mrs.Hollis, in fine scorn.

"Do you think I would let him go to that dirty house--and with this fever, too?
Why, Mrs.
Meech's front curtains haven't been washed since Christmas! She and the preacher and Martha all sit around with their noses in books, and never even know that the water-spout is leaking and the porch needs mopping! You can't tell me anything about the Meeches!" Neither of the men tried to do so; they stood silent in the doorway, looking very grave.
"For mercy sake! what is that in the front lot ?" exclaimed Mrs.
Hollis.
The doctor had an uncomfortable premonition, which was promptly verified.

One of the judge's friskiest colts was circling madly about the driveway, while astride of it, in triumph, sat Annette, her dress ripped at the belt, her hair flying.
"If she don't need a woman's hand!" exclaimed Mrs.Hollis.

"I could manage her all right." The doctor looked from Mrs.Hollis, with her firm, close-shut mouth, to the flying figure on the lawn.
"Perhaps," he said, lifting his brows; but he put the odds on Annette.
That night, when Aunt Melvy brought the lamp into the sitting-room, she waited nervously near Mrs.Hollis's chair.
"Miss Sue," she ventured presently, "is de cunjers comin' out ?" "The what ?" "De cunjers what dat pore chile's got.

I done tried all de spells I knowed, but look lak dey didn't do no good." "He has the fever," said Mrs.Hollis; "and it means a long spell of nursing and bother for me." The judge stirred uncomfortably.