by to-morrow she wouldn't know she had a cold."

The doctor looked from Drusilla to Mrs. Beaumont, hardly knowing
what to say. This little old lady, with her sunbonnet and her boneset
tea, was not the usual visitor he encountered in the homes of his
fashionable patients.

"Yes," said Mrs. Beaumont, "and--and--Miss Doane was telling me that
a hot brick--what was it you said, Miss Doane?"

"I was a tellin' her that a hot brick or a flatiron at her feet and
another at the small of her back would help. It ain't comfortable
jest at first, but she can have the hired girl wrap it in a piece o
flannel, and after a while it feels real comfortin'. But I must be
goin'. I see you're a lookin' at my bunnet, Mis' Beaumont. It don't
look much like what you got on your head, but I work a lot in the
garden, and if I don't have somethin' on my head my hair gets all
frouzy. A hat don't seem to be the right thing to work in the garden
with, and if I do wear one the sun burns the back of my neck when I
stoop down; so I got me a bunnet, like I used to wear, and it makes
me feel real to home. Good-by, good-by, doctor."

She turned to Mrs. Beaumont:

"Now, if the boneset tea don't do you no good, let me know. Perhaps
your liver is teched a little and it makes you feel bad all over. I
got some camomile leaves that's real good fer that. If you want any,
I'll be real glad to bring 'em over."

She was gone.