it's so mean out. I hope Mr. Green isn't anything serious?"
"Oh, I don't think so, thank you, but you know how men are. When they're sick they always think they're just about dying."
"That's right! I tell Mr. Driggs he'd be surprised if I carried on the way he does every time I had a little ache or pain."
"A man's just really nothing but a great big boy, I sometimes think."
"That's right!" She shook with appreciative laughter. "Will you call up, or do you want I should?"
"Oh, would you? I'm not very used to it. How do, Myrtle! Isn't this a snowy morning?"
"Now you stay right here, so you can grab it the minute I get doctor. Hello! Hello! I want 8—number 8. . . . Hello! Number 8? . . . Oh, all tight! She hasn't got it yet. . . . Hello! Number 8? Hello! Central! You know, Doctor Wells's office. I ought to have had the sense to tell her that first off. . . . Hello! Is this Doctor Wells's office? . . . Oh—hold the wire. Here, Mrs. Green, quick."
"Hello! Doctor Wells's office? . . . Is Doctor Wells there? . . . Oh, isn't he? Well, when do you expect him back, please? . . . I said, when do you expect"
"Don't put your mouth so close."
"What, Mrs. Driggs? . . . Oh—oh—hello! . . . Well, can I leave a message? This is Mrs. Green,
