"No, we don't need Dr. Carmon," replied Aunt Jane. "He did his work yesterday. It's our turn now— It's Mr. Medfield's turn." She nodded toward the bed and smiled and went out.
[XV]
Through the open door of Room 5, Aunt Jane heard voices and stopped to listen. Then she went in.
"This is my husband," said the little woman on the bed. "He says they're getting along real well."
The man by the bed rose awkwardly, turning his stiff hat in his hands. He wore a high collar with sharp points turning back in front and a bright-blue necktie. A large stick pin was thrust through the tie, and his hair was combed carefully in a wide, flat curl on his forehead. He stood with his feet close together, and bowed to Aunt Jane over the hat.
She held out her hand. "How do you do, Mr. Pelton?— Your wife is getting along first-rate!" She nodded toward the bed.
The little woman's face flushed with clear color. "The doctor says I can go in ten days!" she announced.