“Yes.”
“?”
“Yes.”
He rang off.
“That was decided in the affirmative,” said Mary.
Ting-a-ling-ling-ling. Ting-a-ling-ling-ling.
“Doctor, do you think the baby will cut any more teeth this summer?”
“You'd better ring up Solomon and ask that.”
“Well—if he gets through teething—don't you think he'll be all right?”