"Sih? Yass, sir--awnressless--dass 'zac'ly what I say!"
Wherefore Senda would either remain in the nursery or return to us, as we
should elect.
"O no, sih, she no need to come back right now, anyhow; yass, sih, dass
what de Mis' say, too."
"Then you'll stay here," I whispered.
"Yass, sih, ef de Lawd wil'--I mean ef you wants me, sih--yass, sih,
thaynk you, sih. I loves to tend on Mis' Fontenette, she got sich a bu'ful
fa aith, same like she say I got. Yass, sih, I dess loves to set an' watch
her--wid dat sweet samtimonious fa-ace."
Fontenette being still asleep I gave her my place for a moment, and went
to the door between the parlor and his wife's room. Mrs. Smith came to it,
barely breathing the triumphant word--"Just dropped asleep!"
When I replied that I would take a little fresh air at the front door she
asked if at my leisure I would empty and bring in from the window-sill,
around on the garden side of her patient's room a saucer containing the
over-sweetened remains of some orange-leaf tea, that "D.V." had made "for
to wrench out de nerves." She wanted the saucer.
I went outside a step or two and took in a long draught of good air--the
air of a yellow-fever room is dreadful.
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