“And I won’t, either,” said Flossie. “Freddie, you can take her now for a little while, if you like. And I’ll take a turn afterward.”
“All right, Flossie, thank you,” said Freddie politely.
Very gently he took the pussy in his arms, and Nan and Bert looked at each other, smiling over the heads of the smaller Bobbsey children.
“It’s a good thing you said that to them, or else they’d be disputing all the while,” whispered Nan. “Now they’ll be quiet for a time.”
Dr. Martin came in a little while and went up to see Mrs. Pry.
“Where does it hurt you the most?” he asked the old lady.
“What’s that?” cried Aunt Sallie, sitting up in bed. “You say you fell over a post? I hope you didn’t get hurt, Dr. Martin.”
“No, I didn’t fall over a post,” said the doctor, and then he looked up to see Nan behind Mrs. Pry’s back motioning to her ears, to let him know the old lady was deaf. “I asked you where the pain hurt most?”
“Oh, the pain—yes. You don’t speak as loudly as you used to, Dr. Martin, or else my hearing is getting bad. Why, the pain mostly is in my back.”
The doctor then asked her other questions and left some medicine for her, saying he thought she would be better in a few days.