"Hello!" I said, lighting my pipe.
"You here, Bertram?"
"Yes," I replied, casting again. "How is it you're here? No school, Letitia?"
She hesitated.
"No patients, doctor?" she asked, softly.
"No patients dying," I retorted. We eyed each other.
"I had a headache," she said, meekly, seating herself upon a log. "And I have a substitute."
"There are other doctors," I remarked.
Suddenly she rose.
"I think," she said, "I'll just stroll that way, if you don't mind, Bertram."