“Well, doctor, I’m so glad you’ve come; walk in.”
“Ah! nurse,” he cried; “how well you look!”
“Yes, yes; but I am glad you’re come,” she said. “I want you to look at Master Joseph.”
“I did look at him.”
“Isn’t he feverish or something, sir? He’s that restless as never was.”
“Sign he’s growing,” cried the doctor. “How’s mamma?”
“Oh, she’s pretty well,” I said. “Gone to lie down.”
“That’s right,” said the doctor. “I had to come and look at Bowman’s broken arm, so I came on here to beg a bit of dinner.”
“I’m so glad!” I said: for Jimmy, the half-wild black, was my only companion, there being no boys within miles of our run; “stop a week and have some fishing.”
“And what’s to become of my patients?”