"Goin' now?" he said, sternly.
The doctor knew his fate, and like his daughter offered a spiritless and intimidated resistance.
"Just let me finish this pipe," he pleaded.
Daddy John was inexorable:
"It's no way to get cured settin' round the fire puffin' on a pipe."
"Ten minutes longer?"
"We'll roll out to-morrer at seven."
"Daddy John, go to bed!"
"I got to see you both tucked in for the night before I do. Can't trust either of you."
The doctor, beaten, knocked the ashes out of his pipe and rose with resignation.