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He had a wrestling bout with Harold Macauley the other day and downed him. He got a black eye, but that didn't count, though you may not like to hear of it. He is heavier than when you saw him Oh, I've said that! Miss Mathewson, when you see I'm repeating myself, hold me up." "I can't always tell when you're going to repeat yourself," Miss Mathewson objected. "That's enough about Bob, anyhow. Mrs.
Then he sat back and looked at them. "Do I appear worried about her, Dad?" "Why, you don't seem to, Red." "Miss Mathewson, should you gather from my appearance that I am consumed with anxiety?" "I think you seem very much relieved, Doctor Burns." "Mother, as you look at Dad over on the couch there, does he strike you as appearing like a frightfully sick man?" Mrs.
Burns, just closing the inner door, caught Chester's name. He pulled off his white office coat, slid into his gray tweed one, and opened the door. "What can I do for Mr. Chester in three minutes?" he inquired, coming forward. Miss Mathewson, aware of the shortness of time, vanished. "Give me something for his headache, please," replied the young person in white promptly.
"But, Mrs. Burns, " Amy Mathewson began, flushing after a fashion she had which made her for the moment almost pretty and certainly attractive, "there's no real reason why you need me, and I " "I do need you. Three is such a stupid number. You will enjoy Dr. Leaver and he will enjoy you.
"That's just the trouble," argued Johnny. "You'd think there wasn't." Red Pepper looked at him. "Johnny, you're an idiot!" he informed him. Then he strode away toward the house. As he went into his office the telephone rang. The office was empty, for it was dinner-time, and Miss Mathewson was having a day off duty on account of her mother's illness.
When Aunt Ellen and Miss Mathewson, each in her own way feeling as if she had passed through an extraordinary experience likely never to occur again, had hurried away, Burns applied himself to a process of reconstruction.
Leaver turned to Miss Mathewson. He drew off the masking gauze from his head, showing a flushed, moist face and eyes a little bloodshot. But his voice was as quiet as ever as he said: "I've never had finer assistance from any one, Miss Mathewson. If you had been trained to work opposite me you couldn't have done better." "You work much like Dr. Burns," she said, modestly. "That made it easy."
"Joe Mathewson, that big fellow who drives a warehouse truck, and Burleigh;" and Peter went on with those of the test proof list whom he knew. Every one of them had high standing. Every one represented a value. While at first John Wingfield, Sr. had decided savagely that Mortimer should remain at his pleasure, now his sense of outraged egoism took an opposite turn.
A remarkably good-looking, not to say fascinating, person with a grandmother still more fascinating at least to me. They are to come as soon as this rookery can be made habitable." "Miss Mathewson spoke of it. It will be an interesting event to the village, I should suppose. But I shall not be among the victims of the lady's art. I may as well tell you, Red I must get away next week."
Chester was Doctor Burns's close friend, but she was too accustomed to keep, her lips closed over her employers affairs to give information, even to Chester, except under protest. "Hm! Well, I believe I'll sit up for him and help him off. A one-armed man needs an attendant. Don't stay up, Miss Mathewson. I'll take any message he may leave for you."
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