“I looked inside the curb—nothing there.”
Here Mary's anxious eyes saw a glass fruit jar turned upside down on a fence paling. Blessings on the woman who put it there! The doctor filled and brought it to her. After a long draught she uttered a sigh of rich content.
“Now,” she said, “I'm ready to go home.”
CHAPTER X.
Ting-a-ling-ling-ling. Ting-a-ling-ling-ling.
“Hello.”
“Is this the doctor?”
“It's one of 'em,” said John, recognizing the voice of a patient.
“Well, doctor, the other side of my throat is sore now!”
“Is it? Well, I told your husband it might be.”