“Well, I've got a mighty hard job. She's feeling so much better, she just will get up.”
“Keep her down for awhile yet.”
“Well, maybe I can today, but I won't answer for tomorrow. She says she feels like she can jump over the house.”
“She can't, though.”
Laughter. “I'll do the best I can, Doctor, but that won't be much. Keeping her in bed is easier said than done,” and the doctor grinned a very ready assent as he hung up the receiver.
The doctor's family was seated at dinner. Ting-a-ling-ling-ling. John rose, napkin in hand, and went while the clatter of knives and forks instantly ceased.
“Yes.”
“Why didn't you do as I told you, yesterday?”