Did n't I know he was dying -- my little Jims ! I could have thrown Mary Vance out of the door or the window -- anywhere -- at that moment . There she stood , cool and composed , looking down at my baby , with those , weird white eyes of hers , as she might look at a choking kitten . I had always disliked Mary Vance -- and just then I hated her . '' ` We have tried everything , ' said poor Susan dully . ` It is not ordinary croup . ' '' ` No , it 's the dipthery croup , ' said Mary briskly , snatching up an apron . ` And there 's mighty little time to lose -- but I know what to do . When I lived over-harbour with Mrs. Wiley , years ago , Will Crawford 's kid died of dipthery croup , in spite of two doctors . And when old Aunt Christina MacAllister heard of it -- she was the one brought me round when I nearly died of pneumonia you know -- she was a wonder -- no doctor was a patch on her -- they do n't hatch her breed of cats nowadays , let me tell you -- she said she could have saved him with her grandmother 's remedy if she 'd been there . She told Mrs. Wiley what it was and I 've never forgot it . I 've the greatest memory ever -- a thing just lies in the back of my head till the time comes to use it . Got any sulphur in the house , Susan ? ' `` Yes , we had sulphur . Susan went down with Mary to get it , and I held Jims . I had n't any hope -- not the least . Mary Vance might brag as she liked -- she was always bragging -- but I did n't believe any grandmother 's remedy could save Jims now . Presently Mary came back . She had tied a piece of thick flannel over her mouth and nose , and she carried Susan 's old tin chip pan , half full of burning coals . '' ` You watch me , ' she said boastfully .
` I 've never done this , but it 's kill or cure that child is XXXXX anyway . '
Did brag bragging composed dying let lies said snatching stood