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Haven't I the right to live?
Can't I ask for a doctor--a mere doctor--without being--"
"Oh, I ain't begrudgin' you a doctor, Uncle Joe," said Melissa
shortly. "It's none of my business. You can have all the doctors in
New York if you want 'em."
"I don't want 'em, confound you," exclaimed Uncle Joe. "I only want a
fighting chance, that's all. I--"
"Nobody's fighting you, is they?" demanded Melissa, whipping a blanket
across the bed with more energy than seemed necessary. She began
tucking in the edges. "I guess we've always been pretty nice to you,
Uncle Joe--every one of us--and I guess we'll keep on being nice to
you, so don't growl."
"That's right, Melissa," said the sick man humbly. "You've been a
jewel, my girl. I--I shall never forget you."
"I'm a soft-hearted fool or I'd ha'--" began Melissa, somewhat
ominously, but checked herself after a quick glance at her mistress's
face. "Try to go to sleep, Uncle Joe," she substituted. "I'll have
some toast and tea for you when you wake up. You--you look as if you
hadn't eat anything since you left, you poor old thing.


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