The things we do!

"Pardon, my dear," he said quietly. "I must unwrap these bandages,
to see how well Eleazar has done his work--you know, these doctors
are jealous of each other! So now, easy, easy!"
He unrolled the rude bandages which, if not professionally applied,
at least had held their own. He examined the splints, hummed to
himself meantime.
"Fine!" he exclaimed. "Excellent! Now indeed I shall be jealous.
The old man has done a job as good as I could have done myself!
There was no need of my coming at all. But I'm glad I came, my
dear."
"But you aren't going away. Doctor--you will not go back!"
He pursed a lip as he gazed down over his steel bowed glasses. "I
ought to get back, my dear, because I have other patients, don't
you see, and it's a long ride. Why can't you let me go? You're
young and healthy as a wild deer. You're a perfectly splendid
girl. Why, you'll be out of this in a couple of weeks. How did
you happen to fall that way?"
[Illustration: Why can't you let me go?]
She nodded toward the window.


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