The Country of the Pointed Firs

“She'll be there in her kitchen; she'll hear you the minute you call; 'twont give you no delay,” said Mrs. Todd to the doctor. “Yes, Mis' Dennett's right there, with the windows all open. It isn't as if my fore door opened right on the road, anyway.” At which proof of composure Mrs. Blackett smiled wisely at me. The doctor seemed delighted to see our guest; they were evidently the warmest friends, and I saw a look of affectionate confidence in their eyes. The good man left his carriage to speak to us, but as he took Mrs. Blackett's hand he held it a moment, and, as if merely from force of habit, felt her pulse as they talked; then to my delight he gave the firm old wrist a commending pat. “You're wearing well; good for another ten years at this rate,” he assured her cheerfully, and she smiled back. “I like to keep a strict account of my old stand-bys,” and he turned to me. “Don't you let Mrs. Todd overdo to-day,--old folks like her are apt to be thoughtless;” and then we all laughed, and, parting, went our ways gayly. “I suppose he puts up with your rivalry the same as ever?” asked Mrs. Blackett. “You and he are as friendly as ever, I see, Almiry,” and Almira sagely nodded. “He's got too many long routes now to stop to 'tend to all his door patients,” she said, “especially them that takes pleasure in talkin' themselves over. The doctor and me have got to be kind of partners; he's gone a good deal, far an' wide. Looked tired, didn't he? I shall have to advise with him an' get him off for a good rest. He'll take the big boat from Rockland an' go off up to Boston an' mouse round among the other doctors, one in two or three years, and come home fresh as a boy. I guess they think consider'ble of him up there.” Mrs. Todd shook the reins and reached determinedly for the whip, as if she were compelling public opinion.