“Yes, and waited till he fixed up some medicine for two patients already waiting, then shooed him out before some more came in. I wanted to get it off my mind.”
“I'm glad he is on his way. Now stay within hearing of the 'phone, dearie, till I finish my work up-stairs.”
“All right, Mamma, I'm going to make a cake now, but I can hear the 'phone plainly from the kitchen.”
It wasn't long till a ring was heard. Gertrude dusted the flour from her hands and started. “Which 'phone was it?” she asked the maid.
“I think it was the Farmers',” said Mollie, hesitating.
So to the Farmers' 'phone went Gertrude.
“Hello.”
No answer.
“Hello.”
Silence.