“Hello.”
“Is Dr. Blank at home?”
“He has just this minute left for the office. 'Phone him there in two minutes and you will get him.”
Mary went back, took two bites and when the third was suspended on her fork the 'phone rang.
“Somebody else,” she thought, laying the fork down and rising.
“Oh! I've got you again, Mrs. Blank. You said to ring in two minutes and I'd get the doctor.”
“But you didn't wait one minute.”
“It seemed lots longer. All right, I'll wait.”
“People expect a doctor to get there in less than no time,” thought Mary. “John walks so fast I felt safe in telling her to 'phone him in two minutes.”
Buzz-z-z-z-z, as if all the machinery of the universe were let loose in her ear. She had held the receiver till her husband could reach the office so she might feel assured the anxious one had found him. Yes, that was his voice.