“What shall I do?” he said dolefully.
“Do!” cried Peter; “why, you did it splendid: he won’t come no more.”
“But the doctor!” faltered Dexter, with the spirit and effervescence all gone.
“What, master!” cried Dan’l. “He won’t say no more. Here, shake hands, my lad. It was fine.”
“Hi! Dexter! Here, my boy, quick!” came the doctor’s voice. “It’s all right. She has gone out.”
“There!” said Dan’l, laughing; and Dexter ran in.