“Say no more,” said Billy with a wink. “I get you, Doc. But what about the open window, Doc? It's rather cold.”
“Open it up and put on a fire. Those Old Country people are mad about fresh air.”
“All right, Doc,” replied Billy with another knowing wink. “The best is none too good for her, eh?”
“Look here, now, Billy—” the doctor's tone grew severe—“let's have no nonsense. This is Sergeant Cameron's sister. He is knocked out, unable to meet her. I am taking his place. Do you get me? Now be quick. If you have any think juice in that block of yours turn it on.”
Billy twisted one ear as if turning a cock, and tapped his forehead with his knuckles.
“Doc,” he said solemnly, “she's workin' like a watch, full jewel, patent lever.”
“All right. Now get on to this. Sitting-room aired, good fire going, windows open and a cup of coffee.”
“Coffee? Say, Doc, there ain't time. What about tea?”
“You know well enough, Billy, you haven't got any but that infernal green stuff fit to tan the stomach of a brass monkey.”
“There's another can, Doc. I know where it is. Leave it to me.”