“No. This is Nan Bobbsey,” said the little girl. “Don’t you know me, Aunt Sallie?” She feared the old lady was out of her head with fever.
“Oh, yes, I know you, Nan,” was the low answer. “But I thought you were the doctor. When is the doctor coming?”
“Why, I don’t know,” and Nan was puzzled. “Did you want me to send for the doctor?”
“Yes, dearie, I wish you would. I called down to you to send for him, but I guess you didn’t hear me.”
“Flossie and Freddie were making so much noise, I guess I didn’t hear you,” said Nan. “But I’ll get the doctor right away, if you think you want him.”
“I’d better have him, Nan. I’m much worse, I fear. I’m very sick and the lumbago is worse. That liniment doesn’t seem to help me any. Send for the doctor. Dr. Martin is the best one, and he doesn’t live far from here.”
“I’ll have Bert telephone for him right away,” promised Nan. “And see, I have brought you up something to eat.”
“I’m too sick to eat, dearie,” moaned Aunt Sallie. “Get the doctor as soon as you can.”
Nan hurried downstairs and told Bert. He went to the telephone, but after waiting some time he heard no voice of the operator asking what number he wanted.
“I guess the telephone wires are broken, Nan,” he said. “I’ll have to go over to Dr. Martin’s house to tell him to come.”