“Why, I was scared for fear it would kill him.” The doctor turned to go then paused to ask, “How's the baby?”
“She's doin' fine.”
“She's just about a week old now, isn't she?”
“A week yesterday. Don't you want to see how much she's growed?”
The doctor went to the bed and looked down at the wee little maiden.
“Great God!” he exclaimed, so fiercely that the woman was frightened. “Why haven't you let me know about this baby's eyes?”
“W'y, we didn't think it'd 'mount to anything. We thought they'd git well in a day or two.”
“She'll be blind in less than a week if something isn't done for them.”
“Grandmother's been a doctorin' 'em some.”
“Well, there's going to be a change of doctors right straight. I'm going to treat this baby's eyes myself.”