“Dr. Blank, you're president of the board of health, ain't ye?”
“Yes—guess so.”
“This is Jack Johnson's. There's a dead horse down here by our house an' I want you to come down here an' bury it.” Our listener heard the woman's teeth snap together.
“All right. I'll get a spade and come right along.”
“What do they take my husband for,” thought Mary.
Buzz-z-z-z at her ear again. Now it was her husband's voice saying,
“Give me number forty-five.”
In a minute a gentlemanly voice said, “Hello.”
“Is this you, Warner?”
“Yes.”