"Oh, she's all right. Nervous and shaky, of course; but she's a sound,
wholesome creature, and it won't take her long to recover her tone."
"Yes; I brought her up," interposed Mehitabel, with grim self-
complacency. "Don't pull that bandage so tight, doctor. You want to
have me running over after you in an hour to come and loosen it."
"That's it, Mehitabel; teach your grandmother to suck eggs. I come
here, Mr. Wynne, chiefly to learn my profession from her."
"She seems willing to teach you," Wynne replied, and then, with a
boyish doubt if she might not take offense, he added, "which of course
is very kind of her."
Mehitabel chuckled in high good-humor.
"Kind it is and unappreciated it is; and little is the credit he does
to his training. Men are all alike; if they owned half they owe to
women they'd be too ashamed to show their heads in daylight."
The droll airs of the old woman entertained Wynne so greatly that he
bore with exemplary fortitude the painful attentions of the physician,
the harder to bear because the wound had had time to inflame. The arm
was dressed at last, and the doctor took himself away with a parting
passage of arms with Mehitabel.
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