e sense,
an'--'You'd bether run fer the docther,' she says, when she see the
state my wife was in. You better believe I done the heat of my life,"
said David, "an' more luck, the doctor was home an' jest finishin' his
tea. His house an' office wa'n't but two three blocks off, an' in about
a few minutes me an' him an' his bag was leggin' it fer my house, though
I noticed he didn't seem to be 'n as much of a twitter 's I was. He ast
me more or less questions, an' jest as we got to the house he says:

"'Has your wife had any thin' to 'larm or shock her this evenin'?'

"'Nothin' 't I know on,' I says, ''cept I bought her a new bunnit that
didn't seem to come quite up to her idees.' At that," remarked Mr.
Harum, "he give me a funny look, an' we went in an' upstairs.

"The hired girl," he proceeded, "had got her quieted down some, but when
we went in she looked up, an' seein' me, set up another screech, an' he
told me to go downstairs an' he'd come down putty soon, an' after a
while he did.

"'Wa'al?' I says.

"'She's quiet fer the present,' he says, takin' a pad o' paper out o'
his pocket, an' writin' on it.

"'Do you know Mis' Jones, your next-door neighbor?' he says. I allowed
't I had a speakin' acquaintance with her.

"'Wa'al,' he says, 'fust, you step in an' tell her I'm here an' want to
see her, and ast her if she won't come right along; an' then you go down
to my office an' have these things sent up; an' then,' he says, 'you go
down town an' send this'--handin' me a note that he'd wrote an' put in
an envelope--'up to the hospital--better send it up with a hack, or,
better yet, go yourself,' he says, 'an' hurry. You can't be no use
here,' he says. 'I'll stay, but I want a nurse here in an hour, an' less
if possible.' I was putty well scared," said David, "by all that, an' I
says, 'Lord,' I says, 'is she as bad off as that? What is it ails her?'

"'Don't you know?' says the doc, givin' me a queer look.

"'No,' I says, 'she hain't ben fust rate fer a spell back, but I
couldn't git nothin' out of her what was the matter, an' don't know what
pertic'ler thing ails her now, unless it's that dum'd bunnit,' I says.

"At that the doctor laughed a little, kind as if he couldn't help it.

"'I don't think that was hully to blame,' he says; 'may have hurried
matters up a little--somethin' that was liable to happen any time in the
next two months.'

"'You don't mean it?' I says.

"'Yes,' he says. 'Now you git out as f