"But I do," said the doctor. "Otherwise, how can I mend it?" And I guess he was right, for he was the most famous doctor in all Mother Goose Land. Well, as soon as she took away her hand he said:
"It's not as bad as it might be. It still looks like a nose!"
"Does it?" she sobbed.
"Oh yes," said the doctor, turning to Puss and the old retainer. "You'll hardly know the blackbird touched it after I get through."
"Maybe he only pinched it," said Puss.
"Or only tweaked it," said the old retainer.
"Perhaps he thought it was a cherry," laughed the doctor, putting on some powder.
And then the maid began to smile. "It feels much better already," she said.
"Well it's always a good thing to call in the doctor," said the learned man. "You never can tell what may happen," and, picking up his little black bag, he held out his hand. "Two shillings, please!"
"Mercy me!" she cried. "I haven't had my wages for this month."