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Lockwin is up and away at seven o'clock in the morning. "Be careful of the boy, Esther," he says. "What does the doctor seem to think?" "He gives the same medicine," says Esther, "but Davy played his orguinette for over an hour yesterday." "He did! Good! Esther, that lifts me up. I wish I could have heard him!" "David, I fear that you are overtasking yourself. Do be careful! please be careful!"
"Oh, Davy, you'll kill us!" laments the housekeeper, for the little orguinette is stridulent and loud. "He'll kill himself," says the cook. "He's not strong enough to grind that hand-organ. He eats nothing at all, at all." "Papa isn't here any more, but I take my medicine," the child says. The drug is weakening his stomach. "It is the only way," says Dr. Floddin, "to relieve his lungs."
Floddin's horse is sick. It is a poor nag at best a fifty-cents-a-call steed. The doctor meantime has a horse from the livery. Davy is to continue the emetic treatment. He sits on the floor in the parlor and turns his orguinette. "Back to Our Mountains" is his favorite air. He has twenty-eight tunes, and he plays Verdi's piece twenty-eight times as often as any of the others.
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