The doctor interposed, “I don't think you're going to have a very bad attack, this time, Mrs. Lander.” “Oh, thank you, thank you, docta! But you can undastand, can't you, how I shall want to have somebody around that can undastand a little English?” The doctor said, “Oh yes. And Miss Claxon and I can understand a good deal, between us, and we're going to stay, and see how a little morphine behaves with you.” Mrs. Lander protested, “Oh, I can't bea' mo'phine, docta.” “Did you ever try it?” he asked, preparing his little instrument to imbibe the solution. “No; but Mr. Landa did, and it 'most killed him; it made him sick.” “Well, you're about as sick as you can be, now, Mrs. Lander, and if you don't die of this pin-prick”--he pushed the needle-point under the skin of her massive fore-arm--“I guess you'll live through it.” She shrieked, but as the pain began to abate, she gathered courage, and broke forth joyfully. “Why, it's beautiful, a'n't it? I declare it wo'ks like a cha'm. Well, I shall always keep mo'phine around after this, and when I feel one of these attacks comin' on--” “Send for a physician, Mrs. Lander,” said Dr. Welwright, “and he'll know what to do.” “I an't so sure of that,” returned Mrs. Lander fondly. “He would if you was the one. I declare I believe I could get up and walk right off, I feel so well.” “That's good. If you'll take a walk day after tomorrow it will help you a great deal more.” “Well, I shall always say that you've saved my life, this time, doctor; and Clementina she's stood by, nobly; I'll say that for her.” She twisted her big head round on the pillow to get sight of the girl. “I'm all right, now; and don't you mind what I said. It's just my misery talkin'; I don't know what I did say; I felt so bad. But I'm fustrate, now, and I believe I could drop off to sleep, this minute. Why don't you go to your tea? You can, just as well as not!” “Oh, I don't want to go, now, Mrs. Lander; I'd ratha stay.” “But there a'n't any more danger now, is the'e, docta?” Mrs. Lander appealed. “No. There wasn't any danger before. But when you're quite yourself, I want to have a little talk with you, Mrs. Lander, about your diet. We must look after that.” “Why, docta, that's what I do do, now. I eat all the healthy things I lay my hands on, don't I, Clementina? And ha'n't you always at me about it?” Clementina did not answer, and the doctor laughed. “Well, I should like to know what more I could do!” “Perhaps you could do less. We'll see about that. Better go to sleep, now, if you feel like it.”