“But Mrs. Carter’ll expect—” Billy began, yet stopped, for the physician was laughing.,
She clapped him into her own warm bed, and incredibly soon things were sizzling over the alcohol lamp.,
“No matter, Billy. I think she was sent to us; and we shall find a way. Are the chickens fed?”.
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