“Yes.”
“Mr. Huntley, this is Mrs. Blank. You live not far from Thomas Calhoun's, do you not?”
“About half a mile.”
“Dr. Blank is there, or will be very soon, and there is an urgent call for him to go on to Drayton. I want to save him the long drive home first. I find there is no 'phone at Mr. Calhoun's so I have called you hoping you might be able to help me out. Perhaps someone of your family will be going down that way and will stop in.”
“I'll go, myself.”
“It's too bad to ask any one to go out on a day like this—”
“That's all right, Mrs. Blank. Doc's been pretty clever to me.”
“Tell him, please, to go to John Small's at Drayton. I am very deeply obliged to you for your kindness, Mr. Huntley,” she said, hanging the receiver in its place.
“Eight miles back home, six miles from here to Drayton, six miles back—twenty miles in all. Four miles from Calhoun's to Drayton, six miles from Drayton home—ten miles saved on a blizzardy day,” she thought in the thankfulness of her heart.
A few minutes later she was again at the 'phone. “Please give me John Small's at Drayton.” When the voice came she said, “I wanted to tell you that the doctor will be there perhaps in about an hour now. I got your message to him so that he will go directly to your house.”