“This is Dr. Blank's office?” announced the old man in a sort of interrogative.
“Well, where is the doctor?”
“The doctor,” said the old man meditatively, as if wondering that anybody should be calling for him—“the doctor—you mean Dr. Blank, I reckon?”
“I certainly do.”
“Good Heavens,” thought Mary, “why don't he go on!”
“Why, he's out.”
“Where is he?”
“He went to the country.”
Mary shut her lips tight.
“Well, when will he be back?”