“Yes, he got better as soon as he struck the road to health,” laughed John. He took out his watch. “Jove! I haven't any time to spare if I catch that train.” For several days he had been taking the train to a little station some miles out of town, where he would get off and walk a mile to the home of his patient, make his visit and walk back in time to catch the train for home.
Just after the doctor left the house the telephone rang twice. His wife answered it, knowing he had not yet reached the office.
“Is the doctor there?”
“He left the house just a minute ago.”
“Well, he's coming down today isn't he?”
“Is this Mrs. Shortridge?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, he just said he must make that train.”
“He'll go to the office first won't he?”
“Yes, to get his case, I think.”