“Well, what’s the matter, my little man?” said Dr Middleton, on entering, addressing himself to Jack, as the most sensible of the whole party.
“Oh, Dr Middleton,” interrupted Mrs Easy, “he has cut his hand; I am sure that a nerve is divided, and then the lockjaw—”
The doctor made no reply, but examined the finger: Jack Easy continued to play bob-cherry with his right hand.
“Have you such a thing as a piece of sticking-plaster in the house, madam?” observed the doctor, after examination.
“Oh, yes—run, Mary—run, Sarah!” In a few seconds the maids appeared, Sarah bringing the sticking-plaster, and Mary following with the scissors.
“Make yourself quite easy, madam,” said Dr Middleton, after he put on the plaster, “I will answer for no evil consequences.”
“Had I not better take him upstairs, and let him lie down a little?” replied Mrs Easy, slipping a guinea into the doctor’s hand.
“It is not absolutely requisite, madam,” said the doctor; “but at all events he will be kept out of more mischief.”
“Come, my dear, you hear what Dr Middleton says.”
“Yes, I heard,” replied Jack; “but I shan’t go.”