Judge Knowles's answer to his caller's assertion concerning the need of a physician's services was another chuckle.
"Sit down, Cap'n," he ordered.
Kendrick shook his head. "No," he began, "I'm——"
"Sit down."
"Judge, look here: I don't suppose you're serious, but if you are, I tell you——"
"No, I'm going to tell you. SIT DOWN."
This time the invalid's voice was raised to such a pitch that Mrs. Tidditt came hurrying from the kitchen.
"My soul and body, Judge!" she exclaimed. "What is it? What is the matter?"
Her employer turned upon her.
"The matter is that that confounded door is open again," he snapped.