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Seems the croup had turned into cholery infantum . '' ` Why , ' she says , ` I mus ' send it down somethin' nice an ' hot to-night , ' an ' so she did , and I slips it back in the Loneway kitchen unbeknownst . She wa 'n' t so very medicinal , either , bless her heart ! '' ` Tell me about that baby , ' she says to me one noon . ` What 's its name ? Does it like to hev its mother love it ? ' she ask me .