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Updated: May 27, 2025
I was handlin' Fidy's fits before that there young dispensary doctor was out of knee pants. Besides I ain't got fifty cents in the house." Nance stood for a moment irresolute. She looked at the writhing figure on the bed; then she snatched up her hat and jacket. "Quick! Where's the bottle?" she cried. "I got the money."
Snawdor's heavy feet descending the stairs, and then she crept across the hall and sat on the side of Fidy's bed, waiting to give her the next dose of medicine. Her eyes were fixed on the bare lathes over the headboard where she had once knocked the plaster off tacking up a tomato-can label. But she did not see the hole or the wall. Calvary Alley and Cemetery Street had ceased to exist for her.
Snawdor, with her hat on, was standing by the bed in the dark inside room that used to be Nance's, futilely applying a mustard plaster to whatever portion of Fidy's anatomy happened to be exposed. "How long has she been like this?" cried Nance, flinging her jacket off and putting the tea kettle on the stove. "Lord knows," said Mrs.
"Annybody'd think Fidy's fits was ketchin'," she complained indignantly to Uncle Jed. "That there front room of mine ain't doin' anybody no good," suggested Uncle Jed. "We might let Nance have that." So to Nance's great joy she was given a big room all to herself. The slat bed, the iron wash-stand, the broken-legged chair, and the wavy mirror were the only articles that Mrs.
She had been down with what was thought to be chicken-pox for a week, but the other children had been sworn to secrecy under the threat that the doctor would scrape the skin off their arms with a knife if they as much as mentioned Fidy's name. It was a culmination of a battle that had raged between Mrs. Snawdor and the health authorities for ten years, over the question of vaccination.
"They 're done bounced too! Anybody tell you 'bout yer Uncle Jed's patent? They say he stands to make as much as a hundern dollars offen it. They say " "I don't care what they say!" cried Nance, distractedly. "Tell me, did the children take clean clothes with 'em? Did you see if Uncle Jed had his sweater? Have you washed the bedclothes that was on Fidy's bed?" Mrs.
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