she stands theh at th' head of th' staihs an' she faulted me—yes, seh—she threaten me, Mahstah Majah, an' she tek mah clothes away, an' so on an' so fothe. Then Ah huhd huh a' mekin' th' fiah an' then she brung this yeh cawfee an' she done mek it that foolish that Ah can't tech it. Yes, seh, she plumb ruined that theh cawfee, that's what she done!"
His tone was peevish. Clem himself was not talking as I thought would have been becoming in him. And there was a definite issue of veracity between him and his mistress. I went down again, for the room was cold.
"He has some fever," I said.
"He is a lazy black hound," said Miss Caroline.
"He says you ordered him to stay in bed—threatened him and hid his clothes."
"Oh, never fear but what that fellow will always have an excuse!" she retorted shortly.
Observing that she had a day's supply of wood at hand, I left, not a little annoyed at both of them. I missed my coffee.
When I knocked at the door that evening, no one came to admit me. I went in, hearing Clem's voice in truculent protest from a large room on the first floor which had been called the room of Little Miss. I went to the door of this room.
Clem and his bed were there. We had two physicians in Little Arcady, Old Doc and Young Doc. Young Doc was now present measuring powders
