“Thank heaven!” Mary whispered, and formed a quick resolve which she never broke. This belonged to her husband's life—it must remain a part of it to the end.
CHAPTER XVII.
One lovely morning in April, Mary was called to the telephone.
“I want you to drive to the country with me this morning,” said her husband.
“I'll be delighted. I have a little errand down town and I'll come to the office—we can start from there.” Accordingly half an hour later she walked into the office and seated herself in a big chair to wait till John was ready. The door opened and a small freckle-faced boy entered.
“Good morning, Governor,” said the doctor. The governor grinned.
“What can I do for you today?”
“How much will ye charge to pull a tooth?”
“Well, I'll pull the tooth and if it don't hurt I won't charge anything. Sit down.”
The boy sat down and the doctor got out his forceps. The tooth came hard but he got it. The boy clapped his hand over his mouth but not a sound escaped him.