"Glad to have you join me," he said; "I feel like an imposter, getting in
ahead of these people."
"Oh, I'm used to side doors," laughed Georgia.
They chatted about how it had begun to rain, how easy it was for it to
rain in Chicago, and in a few minutes the doctor came in.
He nodded to them, almost staggered to a chair, sank into it, and leaning
back, said nothing at all.
"Why, doctor," gasped Georgia, after a minute, "can't you _take_
something? Why you're simply all in!"
He roused up then. "I am--a--little fagged. Fearful day!"
"Well, for heaven's sake get up and take off that wet coat!
Here,"--rising to help him--"I've always heard that doctors had
absolutely no sense. Sitting around in a wet coat!"
"I wonder," he said, after another minute of resting, "why any man ever
takes it into his head he wants to be a doctor?"
"And all day long," she laughed, "I've been wondering why any girl ever
takes it into her head she wants to be a newspaper reporter."
"Speaking of the pleasant features of my business," she went on, "I may
as well spring this first as last.
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