“What's the matter there now?”
“O, that youngun's been drinkin' somethin' agin.”
“Into the lye this time, too?”
“No, it's coal oil and bluin' this time and I don't know what else.”
“I'll be down right away,” said the doctor, taking up his hat.
“Get into the buggy and drive down with me, Mary, it's just at the edge of town and then we can drive on into the country.”
When they stopped at the house, an unpainted little frame structure, Mary held the horse while her husband went in.
“Where's the boy?” he asked, looking around.
“He's out in the back yard a-playin' now, I guess,” his mother replied from the bed.
“Then what in thunder did you send for me for?”