“There it is,” said the doctor, holding out the offending member. “Do you want it?” A boy's tooth is a treasure to be exhibited to all one's friends. He took it and put it securely in his pocket.
“How much do I have to pay?”
“Nope.”
“Nothing at all.”
The boy slid from the chair and out of the door, ecstasy overspreading all the freckles.
“That boy has a future,” said Mary looking after him with a smile.
“I see they have brought the horse. We must be starting.”
Ting-a-ling-ling-ling. Ting-a-ling-ling-ling.
“They want ye down at Pete Jansen's agin.”