Suddenly the rattle of hoofs and wheels struck her with the sense
of something forgotten, and she put down her work quickly and stood up
listening. The sound of rough voices and her father's querulous accents
was broken upon by a cultivated and more familiar utterance: "All right;
I'll speak to her at once. Wait there," and the door opened to the
well-known physician of Burnt Ridge, Dr. Duchesne.
"Look here," he said, with an abruptness that was only saved from being
brusque by a softer intonation and a reassuring smile, "I met Miguel
helping an accident into your buggy. Your orders, eh?"
"Oh, yes," said Josephine, quietly. "A man I saw on the road."
"Well, it's a bad case, and wants prompt attention. And as your house is
the nearest I came with him here."
"Certainly," she said gravely. "Take him to the second room
beyond--Steve's room--it's ready," she explained to two dusky shadows in
the hall behind the doctor.
"And look here," said the doctor, partly closing the door behind him
and regarding her with critical eyes, "you always said you'd like to see
some of my queer cases.
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