“Well, Billy, I'd just love a cup of tea if you don't mind wasting it on me.”
“Sure thing, ma'm! The Doc won't mind, bein' as she turned it down.”
“Where is Dr. Martin gone, Billy? He needs a cup of tea; he's been up all night. He must be feeling tough.”
“Judgin' by his langwidge I should surmise yes,” said Billy judicially.
“Would you get him, Billy, and bring him here?”
“Get him? S'pose I could. But as to bringin' him here, I'd prefer wild cats myself. The last I seen of him he was hikin' for the Rockies with a blue haze round his hair.”
“But what in the world is wrong with him, Billy?” said Mandy anxiously. “I've never seen him this way.”
“No, nor me,” said Billy. “The Doc's a pretty level headed cuss. There's somethin' workin' on him, if you ask me.”
“Billy, you get him and tell him we want to see him at breakfast, will you?”
Billy shook his head.