“We want ye to come down to our house right away.”
“Who is this?”
“W'y, this is Mrs. Peters.”
“Mrs. Peters? Oh yes,” said the doctor, recognizing the voice now.
“What's the matter down there, grandmother?”
“W'y—my little grandson, Johnny, was slidin' down hill on a board and got a splinter in his setter.”
“He did, eh?”
“Yes, he did, and a big one, too.”
“Well, I'll be down there right away. Have some boiled water.”
Mary turned away from the telephone that it might not register her low laughter as she put the receiver in its place. The next instant she took it down again with twinkling eyes and listened. Yes, the voices were silent, it would be safe. She rang two rings.