"I guess you are all right as far as the kiss is concerned," Flossie
said, nearly bursting with merriment. "And now for the leek and camphor.
I'll fix it for you."
He found the leek and the camphor and Flossie tied them up for him in a
bit of linen and bade him be quite easy in his mind, as with these
disinfectants he was impervious to the plague itself.
"What a coward he is, to be sure!" she said, as she watched him hurrying
down the hall to his room with his disinfectants. "Sir Jack told me he
was a milksop and not half worthy of Bessie, and he was right. I think
him an idiot. Leeks, indeed! Won't he smell, though, when the leek gets
warmed through and begins to fume! Phew!" and the little nose went up
higher than its wont as Flossie returned to the sick-room.
That night Neil wrote to his mother the exact condition of affairs,
telling her how he had found his aunt and cousin, whom he could not
leave without being stigmatized as a brute; telling her what Grey had
done for them; telling her that they owed old Mrs.
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