“Wall,” sez he, “I’m goin’ to be minded in this matter—I am goin’ to have you see a doctor, and I hain’t a-goin’ to put it off another day. You might put it off too long, and then what would the world be to me? What would life be without Samantha?”
His tender tones touched my heart considerable, and I promised I would see a doctor that very day; so he went away, quite contented, with Martin.
That little dude doctor, with his cane and his eyeglass.
Wall, after he had went away, and I wuz left alone with my promise, I rumineated in deep thought. And the more I thought on’t, the more I hated to have that little dude doctor, with his cane and his eyeglass, a-reconoiterin’ round my back and a-laughin’ at me, for all I knew—for I felt instinctively that he wuz one that would laugh at a person’s back, and I felt that in this case I should be the means of lurin’ him into that wickedness and deceit.
He looked conceited and disagreeable in the extreme, anyway, and I didn’t put any dependence at all on his jedgment.
But then my promise confronted me; what should I do? But as I mused I happened to think—besides this little dandy doctor, with his case of medicine, a-goin’ to and fro, I had noticed a tall, dignified, good-lookin’, middle-aged man a-goin’ up and down the halls with his case of medicine.
He usually went up the stairs as we wuz a-goin’ out—about 10 A.M.—and, thinkses I, here is a chance to keep my promise, and mebby git relief. For it stood to reason that I had ruther display my right shoulder blade to a middle-aged, sober man, with a wife and children and grandchildren, and other things to stiddy him down, than to a little snickerin’, supercilious young chap, who hadn’t any wife, or children, or any other trouble.
So I left my door on a jar, and waited for his comin’. I got my dress waist so’s I could slip it off in a minute, and throwed a breakfast shawl gracefully round my figger, and waited calmly the result.
Anon I heard a step approachin’, and I looked out, and I see that it wuz the young doctor. He had a posey in his buttonhole and he wuz a-hummin’ a light tune and a-swingin’ his cane in his right hand, and I felt more and more relieved to think it wuz not my fate to tackle him.