"It costs us a dollar every time he comes so far, an' he'll say right off, the way he did about mother that last time she was sick--when she broke her hip--that he'd take up a little piece of land beforehand; it would jest pay his bill.

He'll do that, an' I tell ye I 'ain't got 'nough land now to support me.

I 'ain't got 'nough land now, J'rome." The poor young wife was weeping almost like a child.

"Do let him call the doctor, do let him, Henry," she pleaded.
"There's another thing, J'rome," half whispered the young man, turning his back on his wife and fastening mysterious bright eyes on Jerome's--"there's another thing.

Laura, she'll have to have the doctor before long, you can see that, an'-- there'll be another mouth to fill, an' I've been savin' up a little, an' it ain't goin' for _me_--I tell ye it ain't goin' for _me_, J'rome." All the while poor Henry Leeds, in spite of hot red spots on his cheeks, was shivering violently, but stiffly, like a tree in a freezing wind.