“If he gets through with the way you feed him he'll be all right.”
“Well, his teething has lots to do with it.”
“No, it don't—not a darned bit. If you'll take care of his stomach his teeth will take care of themselves. It's what goes between the teeth that does the mischief. I keep telling people that every day, and once in a while I find someone with sense enough to believe it. But a lot of 'em know too much—then the baby has to pay for it.”
“Well, I'll be awful careful, Doctor.”
“All right then. And stick right to the baby through the hot months. Let me hear from it. Good-bye.”
Ting-a-ling-ling-ling—three times. Mary rose and went. An agitated voice said, “Come and see the baby!” and was gone. “She is terribly frightened,” thought Mary, as she rang central.
“Some one rang Dr. Blank. Can you find out who it was?”
“I'm afraid not.”
“Will you please try?”