Miss. .h.i.tty"s relief was instantaneous and evident. "There"s regular prices, I suppose," she said. "Broken toe, broken ankle, broken leg--each one so much. Is that it?"
Doctor Ralph was seized with a violent fit of coughing.
"How much is ankles?" demanded his inquisitor.
"I"ll leave that all to you, Miss. .h.i.tty," said Ralph, when he recovered his composure. "You can pay me whatever you think is right."
"I shouldn"t pay you anything I didn"t think was right," she returned, sharply, "unless I was made to by law. As long as you"ve got to come every day for a spell, and mebbe twice, I"ll give you five dollars the day Minty walks again. If that won"t do, I"ll get the doctor over to the Ridge."
Doctor Ralph coughed so hard that he was obliged to cover his face with his handkerchief. "I should think," said Miss Mehitable, "that if you were as good a doctor as you pretend to be, you"d cure your own coughin" spells. First thing you know, you"ll be running into quick consumption. Will five dollars do?"
Ralph bowed, but his face was very red and he appeared to be struggling with some secret emotion. "I couldn"t think of taking as much as five dollars, Miss. .h.i.tty," he said, gallantly. "I should not have ventured to suggest over four and a half."
"He"s cheaper than his father," thought Miss. .h.i.tty, quickly suspicious.
"That"s because he ain"t as good a doctor."
"Four and a half, then," she said aloud. "Is it a bargain?"
"It is," said Ralph, "and I"ll take the best possible care of Araminta.
Shake hands on it." He went out, his shoulders shaking with suppressed merriment, and Miss. .h.i.tty watched him through the grimy front window.
"Seems sort of decent," she thought, "and not too grasping. He might be real nice if he wasn"t a man."
X
Ralph"s First Case
"Father," said Ralph at breakfast, "I got my first case yesterday."
Anthony Dexter smiled at the tall, straight young fellow who sat opposite him. He did not care about the case but he found endless satisfaction in Ralph.
"What was it?" he asked, idly.
"Broken ankle. I only happened to get it because you were out. I was accused of being a "play doctor," but, under the circ.u.mstances, I had to do."
"Miss Mehitable?" queried Doctor Dexter, with lifted brows. "I wouldn"t have thought her ankles could be broken by anything short of machinery."
"Guess they couldn"t," laughed Ralph. "Anyhow, they were all right at last accounts. It"s Araminta--the pretty little thing who lives with the dragon."
"Oh!" There was the merest shade of tenderness in the exclamation.
"How did it happen?"
"Divesting the circ.u.mstance of all irrelevant material," returned Ralph, reaching for another crisp roll, "it was like this. With true missionary spirit and in the belief that cleanliness is closely related to G.o.dliness, Miss Mehitable determined to clean the old house on the hill. The shack has been empty a long time; but now has a tenant--of whom more anon.
"Miss Mehitable"s own mansion, it seems, has been scrubbed inside and out, and painted and varnished and generally torn up, even though it is early in the year for such unholy doings. Having finished her own premises, and still having strength in her elbow, and the housecleaning microbe being yet on an unchecked rampage through her virtuous system, and there being some soap left, Miss Mehitable wanders up to the house with her pail.
"Shackled to her, also with a pail, is the helpless Araminta. Among the impedimenta are the Reverend Austin Thorpe and the step-ladder, the Reverend Thorpe being, dismissed at the door and allowed to run amuck for the day.
"The Penates are duly thrown out of the windows, the veiled chatelaine sitting by mute and helpless. One room is scrubbed till it"s so clean a fly would fall down in it, and the ministering angel goes back to her own spotless residence after bedding. I believe I didn"t understand exactly why she went after the bedding, but I can doubtless find out the next time I see Miss Mehitable.
"In the absence of the superintendent, Araminta seizes the opportunity to fall off the top of the ladder, lighting on her ankle, and fainting most completely on the way down. The rest is history.
"Doctor Dexter being out, his son, perforce, has to serve. The ankle being duly set and the excitement allayed, terms are made in private with the "play doctor." How much, Father, do you suppose I am to be paid the day Araminta walks again?"
Doctor Dexter dismissed the question. "Couldn"t guess," he grunted.
"Four and a half," said Ralph, proudly.
"Hundred?" asked Doctor Dexter, with a gleam of interest. "You must have imbibed high notions at college."
"Hundred!" shouted Ralph, "Heavens, no! Four dollars and a half! Four dollars and fifty cents, marked down from five for this day only.
Special remnant sale of repaired ankles!" The boy literally doubled himself in his merriment.
"You bloated bondholder," said his father, fondly. "Don"t be extravagant with it."
"I won"t," returned Ralph, between gasps. "I thought I"d put some of it into uninc.u.mbered real estate and loan the rest on good security at five per cent."
Into the lonely house Ralph"s laughter came like the embodied spirit of Youth. It searched out the hidden corners, illuminated the shadows, stirred the silences to music. A sunbeam danced on the stair, where, according to Doctor Dexter"s recollection, no sunbeam had ever dared to dance before. Ah, it, was good to have the boy at home!
"Miss Mehitable," observed Doctor Dexter, after a pause, "is like the poor--always with us. I seldom get to a patient who is really in danger before she does. She seems to have secret wires stretched all over the country and she has the clinical history of the neighbourhood at her tongue"s end. What"s more, she distributes it, continually, painstakingly, untiringly. Every detail of every case I have charge of is spread broadcast, by Miss Mehitable. I"d have a bad reputation, professionally, if so much about my patients was generally known anywhere else."
"Is she a good nurse?" asked Ralph.
"According to her light, yes; but she isn"t willing to work on recognised lines. She"ll dose my patients with roots and herbs of her own concocting if she gets a chance, and proudly claim credit for the cure. If the patient dies, everybody blames me. I can"t sit by a case of measles and keep Miss Mehitable from throwing sa.s.safras tea into it more than ten hours at a stretch."
"Why don"t you talk to her?" queried Ralph.
"Talk to her!" snorted Doctor Dexter. "Do you suppose I haven"t ruptured my vocal cords more than once? I might just as well put my head out of the front window and whisper it as to talk to her."
"She won"t monkey with my case," said Ralph. His mouth was firmly set.
"Won"t she?" parried Doctor Dexter, sarcastically. "You go up there and see if the cast isn"t off and the fracture being fomented with pennyroyal tea or some such mess."
"I always had an impression," said Ralph, thoughtfully, "that people were afraid of you."
"They are," grunted Doctor Dexter, "but Miss Mehitable isn"t "people."
She goes by herself, and isn"t afraid of man or devil. If I had horns and a barbed tail and breathed smoke, I couldn"t scare her. The patient"s family, being more afraid of her than of me, invariably give her free access to the sick-room."
"I don"t want her to worry Araminta," said Ralph.
"If you don"t want Araminta worried," replied Doctor Dexter, conclusively, "you"d better put a few things into your suit case, and move up there until she walks."
"All right," said Ralph. "I"m here to rout your malign influence.
It"s me to sit by Araminta"s crib and scare the old girl off. I"ll bet I can fix her."