her foot again.
"'Job,' she said. 'I never saw anything heal as quick as that. She, must be a witch.'
"'What on earth are you talking about, Harriet?' I asked her.
"'Oh, nothing,' she said. 'Only I wish I had the courage to rip that place on my foot wide open and rub in
an antidote for snake-bite!'
"Then she laughed, and I thought she was fooling. But she painted it with iodine and bandaged it with an
antiseptic besides. The next morning she woke me up and said:
"'Look at that foot now. Yesterday a whole pot of scalding tea poured over it. And now it isn't even
tender. And the skin ought to be just smeared off. Job, I wish to the Lord it was!'
"That's all, Dr. Lowell. She didn't say any more about it and neither did I. And she just seemed to forget