"I don't know, sir, hardly," said Bob, "but I think she's some kind of a doctor."
"She seems to be makin' pretty good bills."
"And they gets better all the time. Whatever she doctors, it's a good business, for she pays her bill the day after she gets it every time."
"What makes you think she doctors?"
"She said so, as near as I could make out. She come in here one day last month—it was when I had that staving big bile on my elbow, you remember?"
"Yes."
"Well, I was settin' here huggin' that bile, and it was just thumpin'. Seemed to me 's if they was a whole bag o' carpet-tacks stuck in that arm. I was so used up I couldn't walk around, and so stuck full of pain I couldn't set still. Well, 's I said, she come in and ordered a coach, and while it was being fetched around she give me a look and she says, 'What's the matter?' I says 'I got a bile.'
"'A what?' says she.
"'A bile,' says I.
"'Oh, no,' says she.