She laughed in answer to this most superfluous request, then sat her down near by.
“John, Mrs. B. said a pretty good thing last night.”
“I've a notion not to tell you, now that the good thing was about you.”
“That's better still. But are good things about me so rare that you made a note of it?”
“I don't know but what they are,” said Mary, reflectively. “There was Mrs. C., you know, who said she didn't see how in the world Doc Blank's wife ever lived with him—he was so mean.”
“I wonder about that myself, sometimes.”
“The way I manage it is to assert myself when it becomes necessary—and it does. You're a physician to your patients but to me you're a mere man.”
“I feel myself shrivelling. But how about Mrs. B.'s compliment?”