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Title: Dr. Lavendar's people
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Deland, Margaret Wade Campbell, 1857-1945
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Publisher: New York, London, Harper and Brothers
Contributing Library: Boston Public Library
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be diverted: Harriet wants to go out-of-doors, and shecant. And she is hurt; and Willy King wontgive her sugar in a paper to stop the hurting.He is wicked. By-and-bj, said Dr. Lavendar, Harrietwill fall asleep and not be hurt any more. Not till she is dead, Miss Annie said; Au-gustine told me so. I meant that, Dr. Lavendar said, strokingthe poor, gray head grovelling against his knee. Then why didnt you say so ? It is a storyto say sleep when you mean dead. I ought to have said dead, he acknowl-edged, gently, so that you could understand.But I want you to remember that death is ahapp3^ sleep. Will you remember that? A happy sleep, Miss Annie repeated; yes;I will remember. A happy sleep.^^ She liftedher head from his knee and smiled. Ill go andsee my chickens, she said. And Dr. Lavendar took his way up-stairs, pastthe cases of birds, to Miss Harriets room. Shereceived him with elaborate cheerfulness. As for Dr. Lavendar, he lost no time in pre-tence. Miss Harriet, he said, I am not 358
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A HAPPY ST.EEP, MISS ANXIE REPEATED THE STUFFED-ANIMAL HOUSE going to stay and talk and tire you. Youveseen people enough to-day— Im not tired in the least. But I have a word to say to you. She looked at him angrily. I wouldrather not talk about myself, Dr. Lavendar,please. I dont want to talk about yourself, hesaid. Her face cleared a little. Thats a relief.I was afraid you were going to talk to me about preparing, and so forth. A sudden smile twinkled into Dr. Lavendarsold eyes. IVIy dear Miss Harriet, youve been preparing for fifty years—or is it fifty-one ?Ive lost count, Harriet. No; you havent gotanything to do about dying; dying is not yourbusiness. In fact, I sometimes think it never isour business. Our business is living. Dying isGods affair. I havent any business, thats the worst ofit, Miss Harriet said, bitterly. Ive nothingto do—nothing to do but just lie here and wait.I dont mind d3^ing; but to be here in this trap,waiting. And Ive always been so busy, I dontknow ho

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