“Throw the darned thing away.” He turned from the telephone and said, “Doctor, a young lady has burned her eye. I want you to go out there right away.”
“Where shall I go?” asked the grave doctor.
“I guess you know,” and he grinned.
“All right. I'll go pretty soon.”
“Don't be too long. Charge it to me.”
“Fanny,” he said, turning back to the 'phone, but Fanny had gone.
And soon with a smile that had memories in it the doctor took his case and left the office, the young man at his side.
Ting-a-ling-ling-ling-ling-ling.
Mary, from the living room, heard her husband's voice: