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Dotty and Tom, Jr., remarked that their throats were sore and the doctor pronounced it black diphtheria. He murmured something ajjout defective drains. There was a blur of trained nurses and horrors for a time and then the smoke of battle cleared away. "Meanwhile the cows had'eaten that part of the garden that had not dried up for lack of attention and the chickens were laying eggs all over the county. The Tunnills never did get them back. "They'd send us postoards from Europe saying, 'We saw this today. Hope you are enjoying life at the dear old home.' This while I was burning fumigating candles. Or, 'We came down this river today. How you must be enjoying the garden green things." That came the day the cows ate the last of tha green corn we had expected to use ourselves. "A little while later Tom dropped a flatlron on his toe and blood poisoning set In. Then the Tunnills sent a lovely card, saying: 'We oan Just Imagine you doing the five-mile walk through Elm lane and the woods. We envy you.' This was while we were changing the bandages on his smashed and painful foot six times a day.
"The worst of all was that the family sent Tom's pretty and harumscarum sister Nell to us so that she'd forget the ineligible man she was trying to get engaged to. I produced all the young men at the hotel and several village lights to distract her, and so perfectly did I succeed that she eloped with a college boy who was running a launch to pay his summer expenses. As the family was saving up a millionaire for Nell when she should have come to her senses they still feel hard toward me, and say I should have had more sense.
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