Mary
Guess he's tired o' comin' for nothing. You can't blame him.
(Jim hangs his head. A knock at the door. Jim rises and opens it. Cho-cho enters giggling and grimacing while the farmer and his wife are speechless with amazement.)
Cho-Cho
You sent for a doctor?
Jim
Yes—but—you—ain't—no doctor.
Cho-Cho
No, I—ain't—no—doctor (mimicking), but my daughter is a doctor and here she is now.
(Enter Everychild disguised as a doctor, with a long black cape hiding her white dress, a pair of goggles over her eyes, a long white beard, a white wig, a man's hat on, a little black bag in her hands.)