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Oming. "Ought she to have a doctor?" Jack asked, and Mrs. Biggs replied,
"A doctor? What for, except to run up a bill. I know what to do. She'll
have to keep quiet a spell; wormwood and vinegar and hot water will do
the rest. Tim, go up garret and get a handful of wormwood. It's the
bundle of 'arbs to your right. There's catnip, and horehound, and
spearmint, and sage, and wormwood. Be lively, and put it to steep in
some vinegar, and bring me that old sheet in the under bureau drawer for
bandages." She seemed to know what she was about. Eloise was in good
hands, and the two water-soaked young men were about to leave when she
said, "I guess one of you will have to carry her to her chamber. I can't
trust Tim, he's such a blunderhead." "No, no! Oh, no! I can walk
somehow," Eloise said, starting to her feet, and sinking back as
quickly. "Let me. I'll carry her!" Howard and Jack both exclaimed; but
something in Eloise's eyes gave the preference to Jack, who lifted her
as easily as if she had been a child, and carried her up the narrow
stairs to the room which at intervals had been occupied by one teacher
after another for nearly twenty years, for it was understood that Mrs.
Biggs was to board the teachers who had no home of their own in the
district. But never had so forlorn or wretched an one been there as poor
Eloise. The world certainly looked very dreary to her, and her lip
quivered as she said good-by to Jack, and tried to smile in reply to his
assurance that she would be better soon, and that he would call and see
her on the morrow. Then he was gone, and Eloise heard the footsteps and
voices of the three men as they left the house