Lander came into his wife's room between ten and eleven o'clock, and found her still in bed, but with her half-finished breakfast on a tray before her. As soon as he opened the door she said, "I do wish you would take some of that heat-tonic of mine, Albe't, that the docta left for me in Boston. You'll find it in the upper right bureau box, the'a; and I know it'll be the very thing for you. It'll relieve you of that suffocatin' feeling that I always have, comin' up stars. Dea'! I don't see why they don't have an elevata; they make you pay enough; and I wish you'd get me a little more silva, so's't I can give to the chambamaid and the bell-boy; I do hate to be out of it. I guess you been up and out long ago. They did make that polonaise of mine too tight after all I said, and I've been thinkin' how I could get it alt'ed; but I presume there ain't a seamstress to be had around he'e for love or money. Well, now, that's right, Albe't; I'm glad to see you doin' it."
Lander had opened the lid of the bureau box, and uncorked a bottle from it, and tilted this to his lips.
"Don't take too much," she cautioned him, "or you'll lose the effects.
When I take too much of a medicine, it's wo'se than nothing, as fah's I can make out. When I had that spell in Thomasville spring before last, I believe I should have been over it twice as quick if I had taken just half the medicine I did. You don't really feel anyways bad about the heat, do you, Albe't?"
"I'm all right," said Lander. He put back the bottle in its place and sat down.
Mrs. Lander lifted herself on her elbow and looked over at him.
"Show me on the bottle how much you took."
He got the bottle out again and showed her with his thumb nail a point which he chose at random.
"Well, that was just about the dose for you," she said; and she sank down in bed again with the air of having used a final precaution. "You don't want to slow your heat up too quick."
Lander did not put the bottle back this time. He kept it in his hand, with his thumb on the cork, and rocked it back and forth on his knees as he spoke. "Why don't you get that woman to alter it for you?"
"What woman alta what?"
"Your polonaise. The one whe'e we stopped yestaday."
"Oh! Well, I've been thinkin' about that child, Albe't; I did before I went to sleep; and I don't believe I want to risk anything with her. It would be a ca'e," said Mrs. Lander with a sigh, "and I guess I don't want to take any moa ca'e than what I've got now. What makes you think she could alta my polonaise?"
"Said she done dress-makin'," said Lander, doggedly.
"You ha'n't been the'a?"
He nodded.
"You didn't say anything to her about her daughta?"
"Yes, I did," said Lander.
"Well, you ce'tainly do equal anything," said his wife. She lay still awhile, and then she roused herself with indignant energy. "Well, then, I can tell you what, Albe't Landa: yon can go right straight and take back everything you said. I don't want the child, and I won't have her.
I've got care enough to worry me now, I should think; and we should have her whole family on our hands, with that shiftless father of hers, and the whole pack of her brothas and sistas. What made you think I wanted you to do such a thing?"
"You wanted me to do it last night. Wouldn't ha'dly let me go to bed."
"Yes! And how many times have I told you nova to go off and do a thing that I wanted you to, unless you asked me if I did? Must I die befo'e you can find out that there is such a thing as talkin', and such anotha thing as doin'? You wouldn't get yourself into half as many scrapes if you talked more and done less, in this wo'ld." Lander rose.
"Wait! Hold on! What are you going to say to the pooa thing? She'll be so disappointed!"
"I don't know as I shall need to say anything myself," answered the little man, at his dryest. "Leave that to you."
"Well, I can tell you," returned his wife, "I'm not goin' nea' them again; and if you think-- What did you ask the woman, anyway?"
"I asked her," he said, "if she wanted to let the gul come and see you about some sewing you had to have done, and she said she did."
"And you didn't speak about havin' her come to live with us?"
"No."
"Well, why in the land didn't you say so before, Albe't?"
"You didn't ask me. What do you want I should say to her now?"
"Say to who?"
"The gul. She's down in the pahlor, waitin'."
