"
In the course of half an hour the new plaster was made and applied, and
a bright fire was shedding its warmth into the room.
"Go down stairs and git yer breakfast," said Mrs. Putnam. "'Tis a trifle
early, but I hearn tell that lyin' makes people hungry."
As Samanthy gave her an inquiring look, Mrs. Putnam said, "No, I don't
want nothin' to eat or drink nuther, but when yer git the dishes washed
I want yer ter go on an errand for me."
It was half past six when Samanthy Green again stood in Mrs. Putnam's
room.
"I want yer to go right down to Zeke Pettengill's and tell his sister
Alice that I want her to come right up here. Tell her it's my las'
sickness, and I won't take 'no' for an answer. Be sure you put it to her
jest as I do; and Samanthy," as Samanthy opened the door and was leaving
the room, "say, Samanthy, don't git anybody to do the errand for you."
About ten minutes after Samanthy left the house, Lindy Putnam entered
the sick room. Mrs. Putnam's pain had been relieved somewhat by the
mustard, and this relief restored, to a great extent, her usual vigor of
mind.
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