Miss Frances stood at one side, her arms folded, her expression skeptical.
"Nothin' the matter with you, Bo, but the crack on the conk." "Right-o!" agreed Hawksley.
"Lemme see your hands.Humph.Soft.Now stand on that threshold.

That's it.

Walk t' the' end o' the hall an' back.

Step lively." "But," began Miss Frances in protest.

This was cruelty.
"I'm the doctor, miss," interrupted Ryan, crisply.