“That's Hanson,” exclaimed the doctor springing up and groping his way to the 'phone.
“Yes.”
“Out where?”
“Smith's on Parks avenue?.... Not Smith's?.... I understand—a little house farther down that street..... Yes, I'll come..... O, as soon as I can dress and get there.”
Mary heard, but when he had gone, was soon in a deep sleep.
By and by she found herself flinging off the covers and hurrying guiltily toward the summoning tyrant, her subconscious self telling her that this was the third peal.
“Is the doctor there, Mrs. Blank?”
“No, he is over at Stetson's. He said if you 'phoned to tell you you would have to come there as they have no 'phone.”
“Wait a minute, Mrs. Blank,” said the voice of central, “some one is trying to speak—”