“Hello!” Silence.
“Hello!” Still no reply. The doctor rang sharply for central.
“Who was calling me a minute ago.”
“I don't know—we can't keep track of everybody who calls.”
The doctor hung up the receiver with an explosive monosyllable. Mary's patience was giving out too. “She couldn't wait one half minute. I told her you would be here in a minute and it took you a minute and a half.”
“She may be waiting at the office, I'll go down there.”
“I wouldn't do it,” said Mary, warmly. “It's much easier for her to stay a half minute at the 'phone than for you to tramp back to the office.”
But he went. As his wife went back to the kitchen her daughter called, “Mother, did you take the loaf of bread in there with you?”
“Why, no.”
“Well, it's not on the table where I was cutting it when you sent me after father.”