"How do you know?"
"You wouldn't leave town, would you?"
"Yes, if you required it."
"What? Go to Florida?"
"Y-yes—if I must."
"But think of the alligators! Think of the snakes—big, bitey snakes!"
"Gracious!" she exclaimed, eyes growing bigger.
"Indians, too!—unreconciled, sulky Seminoles! Fevers! Mud-puddles! Spiders! And only fifty dollars a week—"
"I—I'll go," she stammered.
"Go?" I repeated, grimly; "then you've exactly two and three-quarter seconds left for preparations."