"I reckon he'll want to have Doctor Dodge see him."
"There is no objection to that. Then what will he do?"
"There isn't anything we can do just now, Cousin Carol. We have had a dreadful time even to live since we were married. And look what a shanty we live in! Not fit for a negro. And Winfield a La Grange! Of course, if the crops are better next year we might be able to take him away to consult some big doctor, but this winter we can't do anything at all."
"I don't know what to do," said Carolina. "You ought to get your husband's consent first."
"Well, what do you want me to do? Does your treatment commence right away?"
"It is already begun."
"Why, how? You haven't done anything that I could see. Do you pray?"
"Not to any virgin or saint, Flower."
"No, I know that Protestants pray to God. Is that what you want me to do?"
"I want you first to have a talk with Winfield and Moultrie--"