“Likes to see its papa?”
“He does that!” said the young mother.
“Then ask me next fall if it will hurt to bathe the baby every morning.”
“All right, Doctor,” laughed the baby's mamma.
“The fools are not all dead yet,” said John, as he took his hat and departed. On the step he turned back and put his head in at the door. “Keep an ear out, Mary. I'm likely to be away from the office a good bit this morning.”
An hour later a call came. Mary put the ear that was “out” to the receiver:
“It's on North Adams street.”
“All right. I'll be out there after awhile,” said her husband's placid voice.
“Don't wait too long. He may die before you git here.”
“No, he won't. I'll be along pretty soon.”