“Is this Dr. Blank?”
“Yes.”
“Well, Doctor, this is Mrs. Abner. Would it be too much trouble for you to step into Hall's and ask them to send me up a quart of ice-cream for dinner?”
“Certainly not. A quart?”
“Yes, please. I'm sorry to bother you with it. They ought to have a 'phone.”
“No trouble.”
The doctor hung up the receiver and reached for his hat.
“Why, John, you surely can finish your dinner before you go!” exclaimed Mary.
“Then I'd spoil Mrs. Abner's dinner.”
“Mrs. Abner!”