The heavy lids lifted and still Ann shook.
"Is it an earthquake ?" asked the victim politely.
"No--it's a patient! Oh, do get up.

Oh, goodness gracious, look at your hair!" The doctor passed his hand absently over a disordered head.

"Yes," he said, "I have always thought that shaking is not good for hair.

Dear me! I believe I have been asleep!" Ann threw him a glance of mingled admiration and reproach and vanished through the parlour door just as the step of the patient sounded upon the stone steps.
"Why, Bubble Burk!" said a voice.

"What are you doing here ?" At the sound of the voice, sleep fled from the doctor's eyes.