"Very well, doctor," I said calmly. "Yes, I was vaccinated a month ago,
when the news of the smallpox first came. When you go back through
Avonlea kindly go to Sarah Pye and ask her to live in my house during
my absence and look after things, especially the cats. Tell her to give
them new milk twice a day and a square inch of butter apiece once a week.
Get her to put my two dark print wrappers, some aprons, and some changes
of underclothing in my third best valise and have it sent down to me.
My pony is tied out there to the fence. Please take him home.
That is all, I think."
"No, it isn't all," said Alexander Abraham grumpily.
"Send that cat home, too. I won't have a cat around the place--
I'd rather have smallpox."
I looked Alexander Abraham over gradually, in a way I have,
beginning at his feet and traveling up to his head.
I took my time over it; and then I said, very quietly.
"You may have both. Anyway, you'll have to have William Adolphus. He is
under quarantine as well as you and I. Do you suppose I am going to have
my cat ranging at large through Avonlea, scattering smallpox germs
among innocent people? I'll have to put up with that dog of yours.
You will have to endure William Adolphus.
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