"He's as sound as a dollar, Miss Doane," he said. "Couldn't be in better condition. He could run a Marathon this minute if his legs were long enough."
Drusilla watched the proceedings with twinkling eyes.
"Well, that's a new way to medically examine an ailin' child," she commented; "but it seems to work."
"Ailing! He isn't ailing, Miss Doane. If he keeps this fit Mrs. Donald won't have to send for me often."
"That's what I told Mr. Thornton; but he said I must have you."
Dr. Eaton stopped tossing the baby and looked at Miss Doane in astonishment.
"Are you telling me that Mr. Thornton asked you to send for me?"
"Well," and Drusilla laughed, "he didn't exactly mention your name, but he said I should have a doctor for the baby."
"I thought Mr. Thornton wasn't recommending me. Didn't he mention Dr. Rathman?"
"Perhaps he did, but Miss Daphne seemed to feel that he was too old to answer a hurry call like this, so we sort of compromised, at least Daphne and me did, on you."