“Doctor, when you come down, bring something for my fever—”
“Yes, I will!”
“And for my nervousness—”
“Yes, yes.” The doctor turned quickly from the 'phone, but it rang again.
“And for my back, Doctor—”
“Yes. Yes!” He put the receiver up with a bang and seizing his hat rushed away before there should be any more.
Three rings.
“Is this Dr. Blank's?”
“Yes.”