Too scared to speak, Katie and her companion stood outside. Five minutes passed. Then ten. After a quarter of an hour, the door reopened.
"What's this patient's name?" he asked.
"Mary Morton," said Carrie.
"Where does she live?"
Katie gave her own address, and the doctor, a pad of printed forms in hand, noted both the answers.
That done, he paused and bit his pencil.
"Married?" he asked quickly.
"Who?" parried Katie. "Me?"
"No; the patient."
"Well, now," began Katie, "I can't see as that's——"