Scutts, "I'm going to have my
own doctor."
"Of course the company will pay the doctor's bill," said one of the
strangers to Mrs. Scutts, "or they'll send their own doctor. I expect
he'll be all right to-morrow."
"I 'ope so," said Mr. Scutts, "but I don't think it. Thank you for
bringing of me 'ome."
He closed his eyes languidly, and kept them closed until the men had
departed.
"Can't you walk, Bill?" inquired the tearful Mrs. Scutts.
Her husband shook his head. "You go and fetch the doctor," he said,
slowly. "That new one round the corner."
"He looks such a boy," objected Mrs. Scutts.
"You go and fetch 'im," said Mr. Scutts, raising his voice. "D'ye
hear!"
"But--" began his wife.
"If I get up to you, my gal," said the forgetful Mr. Scutts, "you'll
know it."
"Why, I thought--" said his wife, in surprise.
Mr. Scutts raised himself on the sofa and shook his fist at her. Then,
as a tribute to appearances, he sank back and groaned again. Mrs.
Scutts, looking somewhat relieved, took her bonnet from a nail and
departed.
The examination was long and tedious, but Mr. Scutts, beyond remarking
that he felt chilly, made no complaint.
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