In the kitchen her daughter stood at a table cutting the bread for supper. “Go quick, and see if papa's in the garden. Tell him to come to the 'phone at once.”
Then she hurried back to re-assure the waiting one. But what could she tell her? Perhaps the doctor was not in the garden. She rushed out and beat her daughter in the race toward it. She sent her voice ahead, “John!” she called.
“Yes.”
“Come to the 'phone this minute.” Back she ran. Would she still be waiting?
“Hello.”
“Hello.”
“Yes, the doctor's here. He's in the garden but will be in in just a minute. Hold the 'phone please.”
“Very well, thank you.”
It was a minute and a half before the doctor got there.
“Hello.” No answer.