peignoir, her hair covered by a marvelous creation that went by the
name of boudoir cap. She languidly gave her hand to Drusilla.

"You want to see me?" she murmured in a low, languid voice. "Won't
you please sit down? And excuse my appearance. I am not receiving--
but--but--I thought I would see _you_."

Drusilla sat down.

"Now that's real nice of you to see me. I heard you was sick--had a
bad cold; and I thought I'd come in and see if I couldn't help you. I
brung some boneset. I nursed a lot when I was younger, and I found
that boneset is the best thing in the world fer a cold. Jest make a
tea of it and drink it hot. It's kind of bitter, but you can put milk
and sugar in it if you want to--though, to my notion, that makes it
worse. Then git right into bed and cover up and sweat. It's the best
thing in the world fer a cold--jest sweat it out of you. If you
should put a hot brick or a hot flatiron at your back and another at
your feet, it'd help. By to-morrow you won't know you got a cold."

The woman's face was a study; but the doctor entered at that moment
and saved her. She said:

"Dr. Hodman, this is Miss Doane, my nearest neighbor."

Drusilla shook his hand heartily.

"I'm real glad to see you. I've brung Mis' Beaumont some herbs. A
little boneset. I told her to make a good strong cup o' tea of it,
and drink it hot, then git into bed and cover up warm, and sweat, and