“It's on the floor!” shouted the small boy, peering through the window. “I won't eat any of it!”
“Don't, exquisite child,” said his sister, stooping over to recover the loaf, dropped in her haste. Ting-a-ling-ling-ling. Mary went.
“Isn't the doctor coming?”
“He came. He called repeatedly, but got no reply.”
“I was right here with my ear to the 'phone the whole time.”
“He concluded it might be someone waiting for him at the office, so he has gone down there.”
“I'm not there. I'm here at home.”
“Hello,” broke in the doctor's voice.
“O, here you are!”
“Doctor, I've been taking calomel today and then I took some salts and I thoughtlessly dissolved them in some lemonade I had handy!”