“I think she wants us to go and is saying that if you make such a racket the cop’ll be after us,” Rose returned, and addressed the woman. “You want us to GO?” making the last word very emphatic.
“Ya, go-o, go-o,” the woman said, raising her hands palms outwards, and adding “cop!”
Once outside, Rose’s hand tightened on Betty’s arm. “I know why he isn’t here. You know to-morrow’s fast day. Well, he comes from another state, and it’s probably fast day there to-day.”
Betty accepted the suggestion with great relief.
“And yet, I should think he might have come just the same,” she added.
“He believes we’ve given up, of course, after all this time.”
“Yes, but all his other patients. Don’t you suppose there’s any of them that ought not to miss a week in their treatment?”
Rose shrugged her shoulders. “Well, we might as well give up now, don’t you think?” she asked coolly.
“We’ve got to pay him, so we’ll have to come next Wednesday,” Betty declared. “And—O, Rose, it may not be so bad after all. Perhaps having the nine treatments, it won’t be—too late. You could have one next week and then perhaps for next term Dr. Vandegrift would give us a later hour.”
“How about the money?” Rose asked.