returning with accounts of the
various things she had found in
her reconnoitering of the house with
eager questions as to their price.
Then after trying to draw me
into a religious discussion she
would tell me in firm tones there
was something radically wrong
with the baby - his head was too
large - his crying unnatural
She never had seen nothing like
him - and could not stay another
day to fuss with him. At first -
she was profuse with advice -
I must drink biled[?] water,
then gool-thread[?] which she
drew from her pocket, steeped
and poured down the tiny throat -
would save us all - then this
old root grated + sweetened
or that herb steeped with