“Very well, then, John,” and she went upstairs, leaving the doors open behind her.
She had just reached the top when she had to turn about and retrace her steps.
“Hello.” No answer.
“Is someone calling Dr. Blank's house or office?”
“I rang your 'phone by mistake,” said central. Mary trudged up the stairs again. “This is more tiresome than cleaning house,” she said to herself as she went along.
In twenty minutes the summons came. She leaned her broom against the wall and went down.
“O, this is Mrs. Blank. I'm very sorry to have put you to this trouble—I wanted the doctor.”
She recognized the voice of her old pastor for whom she had a most kindly regard.
“He is out, but will be back within half an hour now, Mr. Rutledge.”
“Thank you, I'll call again, but I wonder that you knew my voice.” Mary laughed.