"No, she was going to get you to do that. She doesn't know anything of doctors down here, so she said."
"I'll have one here in a little while," said our hero, and ran down the stairs, two steps at a time.
Two blocks below the house there was a drug store, and a doctor had his office upstairs. The physician was in, and listened to what Nelson had to say.
"I'll go," he said. "But you know my terms to strangers."
"How much will the visit be?"
"A dollar."
"There's your money." And our hero handed it over.
The pair were soon at Mrs. Kennedy's bedside, and after an examination the doctor wrote out a prescription and Nelson had it filled at the drug store. The physician said he would call again the following afternoon.
"She's in a bad state," he said. "She has likely had this rheumatism for years, and her age is against her."
"Don't you think she'll get over it?" asked our hero.