"
Dr. Oleander departed very well satisfied. He would have liked very much
to see Mollie, but his approach always threw her into such a fury, and
he wanted her kept as quiet as possible until the hour of departure.
"I'll have to resort to the vulgar alternative of chloroform, I dare
say," he thought. "She'll make a fight for it at the last. I can quiet
her, however."
And so Dr. Oleander went back to New York without one suspicion that his
new nurse was playing him false.
Within an hour after breakfast, the peddler presented himself next
morning. Again Mrs. Oleander and Sally were vividly interested, and
again each purchased something. Again Mrs. Sharpe said she wanted
nothing, and again she knelt down to examine the contents of the pack.
The peddler pressed his goods, Mrs. Sharpe obdurately declined. He
persisted, Mrs. Sharpe grew angry.
"Take these here gloves, then, for massy sake!" cried the peddler in
desperation, "ef yer won't take nothin' else. They're the richest of
silk gloves, and, bein' it's you, only fifty cents. Just you feel 'em.
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