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Harte, Bret, 1836-1902

"Drift from Two Shores"

But look yar, do you ever use a doctor?"
Not clearly understanding her, he in turn asked, "Why?"
"Cause you must rise up and get one now--thet's why. This yer baby
of ours is sick. We don't use a doctor at our house, we don't
beleeve in 'em, hain't no call for 'em--but this yer baby's parents
mebbee did. So rise up out o' that cheer and get one."
James North looked at Miss Robinson and rose, albeit a little in
doubt, and hesitating.
Miss Robinson saw it. "I shouldn't hev troubled ye, nor ridden
three mile to do it, if ther hed been any one else to send. But
Dad's over at Eureka, buying logs, and I'm alone. Hello--wher yer
goin'?"
North had seized his hat and opened the door. "For a doctor," he
replied amazedly.
"Did ye kalkilate to walk six miles and back?"
"Certainly--I have no horse."
"But I have, and you'll find her tethered outside. She ain't much
to look at, but when you strike the trail she'll go."
"But YOU--how will YOU return?"
"Well," said Miss Robinson, drawing her chair to the fire, taking
off her hat and shawl, and warming her knees by the blaze, "I
didn't reckon to return.


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