I can see her now. 'Do come
over here, Miss Anderson,' she sung out, kind of gasping for
breath. I didn't stop for anythin'. I put over as fast as I
could, and when I got there, there was Luella laughin' and cryin'
all together, and Aunt Abby trying to hush her, and all the time
she herself was white as a sheet and shakin' so she could hardly
stand. 'For the land sakes, Mrs. Mixter,' says I, 'you look worse
than she does. You ain't fit to be up out of your bed.'
"'Oh, there ain't anythin' the matter with me,' says she. Then she
went on talkin' to Luella. 'There, there, don't, don't, poor
little lamb,' says she. 'Aunt Abby is here. She ain't goin' away
and leave you. Don't, poor little lamb.'
"'Do leave her with me, Mrs. Mixter, and you get back to bed,' says
I, for Aunt Abby had been layin' down considerable lately, though
somehow she contrived to do the work.
"'I'm well enough,' says she. 'Don't you think she had better have
the doctor, Miss Anderson?'
"'The doctor,' says I, 'I think YOU had better have the doctor. I
think you need him much worse than some folks I could mention.'
And I looked right straight at Luella Miller laughin' and cryin'
and goin' on as if she was the centre of all creation.
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