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"Guess he's hurted pretty bad," he remarked again. "You bet," said the first. "Gee!" Allbright's sister came with the camphor-bottle, which she kept in a sort of folk-lore fashion, as her mother had used to do in the country.
Bird cast a glance at a camphor-bottle, which stood in the half-open closet, and appeared to meditate an approach to it, but her husband interposed. "No, no, Mary, no doctoring! a cup of your good hot tea, and some of our good home living, is what I want. It's a tiresome business, this legislating!"
"Have you told Miss Lennox?" gasped Fanny. "Yes." "What did she say?" "She was sorry, but she made no objection," replied Ellen, evasively. Fanny came forward abruptly, caught up the camphor-bottle, and began bathing Andrew's forehead again. "We won't say any more about it," said she, in a harsh voice. "You'd better go over to your grandma Brewster's and see if she has got any whiskey.
"No more they don't," returned Miss Tame, with a plaintive cadence, taking a sniff from the camphor-bottle on the way. "However, I don't begrutch him to her, I don't know as I do. It will make her a good hum, though, if she concludes to make arrangements." Meantime, Captain Ben Lundy's head was wellnigh to Mrs. Keens's door, for it was situated only around the first sand-hill.
"Merciful Father," ejaculated Mrs. Klegg, sinking into a chair in so nearly a faint that Maria ran into the next room for the camphor-bottle, while Sophy rushed outside and blew the horn for the Deacon.
And Marie sobbed, and gasped for breath, and called Mammy to open the window, and to bring her the camphor-bottle, and to bathe her head, and unhook her dress. And, in the general confusion that ensued, Miss Ophelia made her escape to her apartment.
Anderson sent her son for the camphor-bottle. "Now," said she to Anderson, "you had better take him out and show him the dog. I'll fix it up." She nodded assuringly towards the little pale face against the rose-patterned chintz. "Come along, son," said Anderson to the boy, and led him out in the garden.
She stood aloof, waving the camphor-bottle; her eyes were dilated, and her face had a pale, gaping look. "You go out in the other room and stay there," said the doctor to her, with the authority which a hysterical woman defers to and adores.
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