“Big doctor did,” responded Joe, his manner the quintessence of independence.
“And who will do it again? great fool that he is,” asked Dr. Camperdown grumblingly.
“Doctor will,” exclaimed Joe joyfully.
With an abrupt change of subject, Dr. Camperdown went on, “You know new young lady up to big house?”
“Me knowum.”
“She very fine girl,” said Dr. Camperdown earnestly.
“Bery fine,” echoed Joe, in level, guarded tones, but with the slightest suspicion of a glance in the direction of the hearth-rug, that at once caught Dr. Camperdown’s attention.
“Colonel not very polite to young lady,” he said carelessly.
“Not bery polite,” responded Joe with portentous gravity.
“Colonel musn’t get too cross to young lady,” asserted Dr. Camperdown without apparent meaning.