He asked about money, and found that they had not enough to pay the whole expenses of the double funeral.
"But the undertaker says he'll do it handsome, and will let the part I haven't money for, run, me paying it off in weekly payments," the man explained, when Peter expressed some surprise at the evident needless expense they were entailing on themselves.
While he talked, the doctor came in.
"I knew there was no chance," he said, when told of the death.

"And you remember I said so," he added, appealing to the parents.
"Yes, that's what he said," responded the father.
"Well," said the doctor, speaking in a brisk, lively way peculiar to him, "I've found what the matter was." "No ?" said the mother, becoming interested at once.
"It was the milk," the doctor continued.

"I thought there was something wrong with it, the moment I smelt it, but I took some home to make sure." He pulled a paper out of his pocket.

"That's the test, and Dr.
Plumb, who has two cases next door, found it was just the same there." The Blacketts gazed at the written analysis, with wonder, not understanding a word of it.

Peter looked too, when they had satisfied their curiosity.