“I telephoned the office and couldn't get the doctor so I'll tell you what I wanted and you can tell him. His patient down here in the country, Mrs. Miller, is out of powders and she wants him to send some down by Mrs. Richards, if he can find her.”
“Where is Mrs. Richards?”
“She's up there in town somewhere.”
“Does she know that the powders are to be sent by her and will she call at the office?”
“No, I don't think she knows anything about it. Mrs. Miller didn't know she was out till after she left. That's all,” and she was gone.
“All!” echoed Mary.
In a few minutes when she thought her husband had had time to return she went to the 'phone and told him he must go out and hunt up Mrs. Richards.
“What for?”
“Because Mrs. Miller wants you to find her and send some powders down by her.”
An explosion came and Mary retired laughing and marvelling to what strange uses telephones—and doctors—are put.