Bony didn't say anything, but it made me mad. “Well, it ain't my fault, is it?” I asked. “I don't want no baby to come to my house, do I? I didn't order it from the doctor, did I?”
“What doctor?” Swatty asked. “What has a doctor got to do with it?”
“Well, a doctor brings it, don't he?” I asked.
“No, he don't!” Swatty said. “A stork brings it.”
“My mother told me so a million times, and I guess she knows, don't she?”
“Aw! That's in Germany,” I said. “I know that, I guess. In Germany a stork brings it, but how can it in the United States where there ain't no storks? Did you ever see a stork in the United States?”
“Well, no,” Swatty had to say, because he didn't. “Well, you've seen plenty of doctors in the United States, haven't you?” I asked.
“Yes,” Swatty had to say, because he had. He saw Doctor Miller almost every day, starting out or coming back with his old gray mare. He was our doctor and Bony's folks' doctor, but Swatty's folks had Doctor Benz, because they were German and water-curers. Doctor Miller was a big-piller. So Swatty had to say yes.
“Well,” I said, “don't that prove it?” Of course it did. Swatty had to say it did. So he said:
“Well, garsh! if doctors bring them in the United States I guess I would n't be sitting around whining if I was you and Bony. I know what I'd do!”