That's the worst of my kind of doctor--people take ill so promiscuously.

As sure as we say we'll go off for a week, some aggravating patient spits blood and says, `No, you don't.' I think you should send for this boy's mother, do you know." "I don't know her address.

Is he so very ill, then ?" "Well, of the two, I think you should telegraph rather than write.

It might be more satisfaction to you afterwards.

Have you no way of finding where he lives?
Looked in his pockets?
There may be a letter there." It was not an occasion for standing on ceremony, and Railsford, feeling rather like a pickpocket, took down the jacket from the peg and searched it.