And are you brave? No? Oh, I think you are. And you'll try to be, at any rate, won't you? Of course! That's a good boy." And so, with his sharp little knives, the doctor cured Sammy Jutt's knee, while the lad lay white and still on the kitchen table. And 'twas not hard to do; but had not the doctor chanced that way, Sammy Jutt would have been a cripple all his life.
To Captain Blizzard, Jonas Jutt's Cottage, Topmast Tickle, Labrador Coast. RESPECTED SIR: Regret erroneous report. Mistake of a clerk in the Bureau of Information. Santa Claus got away at 9:36. Wind blowing due south, strong and fresh. SNOW, Chief Clerk. Then there was a great outburst of glee. It was the doctor who raised the first cheer. Three times three and a tiger! And what a tiger it was!
With this abeam we made brave progress; but yet 'twas late at night when we floundered down the gully called Long-an'-Deep, where the drifts were overhead and each must rescue the other from sudden misfortune: a warm glimmer of light in Jonas Jutt's kitchen window to guide and hearten us. The doctor beat the door with his fist. "Open, open!" cried he, still furiously knocking.
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