You can't be no use here,' he says.

'I'll stay, but I want a nurse here in an hour, an' less if possible.' I was putty well scared," said David, "by all that, an' I says, 'Lord,' I says, 'is she as bad off as that?
What is it ails her ?' "'Don't you know ?' says the doc, givin' me a queer look.
"'No,' I says, 'she hain't ben fust rate fer a spell back, but I couldn't git nothin' out of her what was the matter, an' don't know what pertic'ler thing ails her now, unless it's that dum'd bunnit,' I says.
"At that the doctor laughed a little, kind as if he couldn't help it.
"'I don't think that was hully to blame,' he says; 'may have hurried matters up a little--somethin' that was liable to happen any time in the next two months.' "'You don't mean it ?' I says.
"'Yes,' he says.

'Now you git out as fast as you can.

Wait a minute,' he says.

'How old is your wife ?' "'F'm what she told me 'fore we was married,' I says, 'she's thirty-one.' "'Oh!' he says, raisin' his eyebrows.