"I'm sure," said she, "I don't know of any safer place than the oven. We've got two; and one I don't use often."
"Well, put it in the oven."
After Rich left, Avery said,—
"Wife, Mr. Richardson knows a lot; he'll make a great doctor."
"I expect he will. But, husband, you must keep still, and do jist as he told you, and mustn't hanker after pork and beans. You know what he said—'if you didn't, it would be worser for you.' And what them awful outlandish words meant I don't know; but I expect they meant you'd die right off if you didn't do everything jist as he said."
"Well, I mean to keep as still as a mouse. You must tell me when I don't."
When Rich again visited his patient, he said,—
"Mr. Avery, there has been a very marked improvement in your leg, and it will soon be well, if you continue to follow implicitly my directions."
"I knew that would do the business. It begun to feel better the minute you put them ere plasters on to the draw-shave."