"Well—well—yes, if you believe it should be done, though for the life of me I don't see no sense in it. Who'll I send for?"
"I would suggest Dr. Rathman. He is—"
"Oh, Father!" interrupted Daphne. "He is so old and slow. He'd never get here. Why don't you ask Dr. Eaton? He lives near here."
Mr. Thornton pursed up his lips.
"He is far too young. He has not the experience of Dr. Rathman."
"But, Father, the baby isn't dying."
Drusilla's shrewd old eyes looked keenly at Daphne's flushed face, and she laughed.
"I think Daphne is right. A young doctor's better. I don't think old doctors have a hand with babies."
"But Dr. Eaton is very young," remonstrated Mr. Thornton.
"The younger the better, then perhaps he ain't forgot how the stomach-ache feels himself. You telephone him, Daphne."