“Ruth,” said he one day when he was getting to be quite himself, “I believe in it?”
“Believe in what?”
“Why, in women physicians.”
“Then, I’d better call in Mrs. Dr. Longstreet.”
“Oh, no. One will do, one at a time. I think I should be well tomorrow, if I thought I should never have any other.”
“Thy physician thinks thee mustn’t talk, Philip,” said Ruth putting her finger on his lips.
“But, Ruth, I want to tell you that I should wish I never had got well if—”
