In fact, every thing had been found out about every thing.

The evening had been talked threadbare, and, alas, there was nothing else to talk about.
Phebe's reappearance downstairs, unscarred and bonnie as ever, was become an old story long since, and Dr.Dennis' treatment of the case was now admitted to have been the very best possible next to what Dr.
Harrison's treatment would have been, though by all means, it was decided, Dr.Dennis and _not_ Dr.Harrison should have been called in when Mr.Brown, the grocer, fell ill of a fever.

Poor Joppa was indeed fairly talked out.

It had to settle down upon the fever and Mr.Brown for lack of any thing else.

It was really almost a godsend when Mrs.
Brown took the fever too, for it gave Joppa just twice as much to talk about, and everybody said it was somebody's duty to see that the poor souls had right advice in the matter.