A note of humor but of unmistakable relief vibrated in the voice.
“Come right out.”
“All right, Jim, I'll be out as soon as I make my round here in town. Tell your wife to have that almanac handy. I may learn something from it.”
An hour or two later he was starting out to get into the buggy, with splints and other needful things when the 'phone called him back. Hastily cramming them under the seat he went.
“Hello.”
“Is this Dr. Blank?”
“This is Millie Hastings. Do you remember me?”
“No-o—I don't believe I do.”
“You doctored me.”
“Yes, I've ‘doctored’ several people.”