human
Get up, an' light a candle, child, said she;
gpt
I'm afeard the baby's sick.
human
Oh! she gasped,
gpt
Hev you tried the skunk's oil?
human
Yes, I have, I have! It's a good hour since she woke up, an' I've tried everything. It hasn't done any good. I thought I wouldn't call you, if I could help it, but she's worse--only hear her! An' Atherton's away! Oh! what shall I do, what shall I do?
gpt
Don't take on so, Dorcas, said Grandma, tremulously, but cheeringly.
human
I'll come right along, an'--why, child, what air you goin' to do?
gpt
I'm going after the doctor for Thirsey,
human
Oh, will you, will you!
gpt
Hush, Dorcas, said Grandma, sternly.
human
It's an awful storm out--jist hear the wind blow! It ain't fit fur her to go. Her life's jist as precious as Thirsey's.