“I'm mighty glad to know it. Thank you, Mrs. Blank, for finding him and for letting us know.”
A terrible drive saved and some anxious hearts relieved. That dear 'phone! How thankful she was for it and for the country drives she had taken with her husband which had made her familiar with the homes and names of many farmers. Otherwise she could not have located her husband this morning. One day like this covered a multitude of tyrannies from the little instrument on the wall.
It was about half past seven. The doctor had thought it probable that he could get off early this evening and then he and Mary and the boys would have a game of whist. He had been called in consultation to W., a little town in an adjoining county, but he would be home in a little bit—in just ten minutes the train would be due.
“O, there goes that 'phone,” said the small boy wrathfully. “Now, I s'pose papa can't get here!”
His mother was already there with the receiver at her ear.
“This is Dr. Blank's residence.”
“No, but he will be here in fifteen or twenty minutes.”
“To Drayton?”
“Very well. I will give him your message as soon as he gets home. I'm afraid that ends the game for tonight, boys,” putting the receiver up.