But it was best that he was
so confident, and I found my faith in him growing as he worked. The
wound was a bad one, he said, and the ball had narrowly missed the
heart, but with care the man would come around all right. The main
thing was proper nursing. The young doctor smiled as he spoke, for
standing before him in a solemn row were half the women of Six Stars.
Mrs. Bolum was there with a tumbler of jelly; Mrs. Tip Pulsifer had
brought her "paytent gradeated medicent glass," hoping it would be
useful; Mrs. Henry Holmes had no idea what was needed, but just grabbed
a hot-water bottle as she ran. Elmer Spiker's better half was there to
demand her injured boarder at once; he paid for his room at the tavern;
it was but right that he should occupy it and that she should care for
him. When she found that she could not have him entirely, she
compromised on the promise that she would be allowed to watch over him
the whole of the next day. In spite of the jar of jelly, the doctor
chose Mrs. Bolum to help him that night, and when I left them the old
woman was sitting in a rocker at the bedside, her eyes watching every
movement of the sleeping patient's drawn face.
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