“Shoulder?”
“Only a little stiff, sir.”
Then I don’t think we need have the doctor any more.
I laughed, for the idea seemed ridiculous.
“Well, then, we won’t waste his time. Put on your hat and go and see him. You know where he lives?”
I said that I did; and I went up to his house, saw him, and he sent me away again, patting me on the shoulder that was not stiff.
“Yes, you’re all right,” he said. “Now take care and don’t get into my clutches again.”