“Can’t you put something on it to make it quit aching?” asked the Dunce.
“That tooth is in bad condition,” said the Doctor, “and the only way to stop it for once and all is to pull it.”
“All right, s-s-s-sir,” groaned the Dunce, “p-p-p-pull it out.”
The Doctor got out a tiny pair of forceps and a glass of water. He then had the Dunce sit in one of the easy chairs and told him to open his mouth.
“S-S-S-Say, Doc,” stuttered the frightened Dunce, “i-i-i-is it gonna hurt m-m-m-much?”
“Yes, it will hurt a little.”
“S-S-S-Say, Doc, c-c-c-couldn’t I pull it myself?”
“I suppose you could,” answered the Doctor. “You could tie a thread to it with the other end fixed to a stone and then get up on something high and drop the stone. That would certainly pull it out.”
“That’s w-w-w-what I’m gonna do,” and the Dunce jumped out of the chair and disappeared through the doorway.
The Dunce hunted up Gogo and asked that little fellow’s advice about pulling the aching tooth.