“But I'd lots ruther have Dr. Blank.” No reply.
“Are ye there yit, Mrs. Blank?”
“Yes. I am here.”
“He'll surely be back in a little bit now, won't he?”
“I think so.”
“Won't you tell 'im to come down to Sairey Tucker's? I'm her sister and she's bad sick.”
“If you will tell me where you live I will send him.”
“He knows—he's been here.”
“Very well,” and she rang off.
With three messages hanging over her head and her conscience, she could not go upstairs to her work. She must dawdle about at this or that 'till the doctor returned. After awhile she went to the 'phone and called the office. No reply. How she longed to deliver those messages. She dreaded any more calls from the waiting ones. She waited a few minutes then rang again. Thank fortune! Her husband's response is in her ear, the messages are delivered and she goes singing up the stairs.