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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Daughter of Anderson Crow"


"Right now."
"You don't say so! I don't feel strong, you know."
"Well, your leg's doing well and all danger is past. Of course, you
won't be as spry as usual for some time, and you can't walk without
crutches, but I don't see any sense in your loafing around here on that
account. You'd be safe to go at any time, Mr. Bonner."
"Look here, doctor, I'm afraid to change doctors. You've handled this
case mighty well, and if I went to some other chap, he might undo it
all. I've made up my mind to have you look out for me until this wound
is completely healed. That's all right, now. I know what I'm talking
about. I'll take no chances. How long will it be until it is completely
healed?"
"A couple of weeks, I suppose."
"Well, I'll stay right here and have you look at it every day. It's too
serious a matter for me to trifle with. By the way, my mother is coming
up, and I dare say she'll want me to go to Boston. Our family doctor is
an old fossil and I don't like to trust him with this thing. You'll be
doing me a favour, doctor, if you keep me here until I'm thoroughly
well. I intend to tell my mother that it will not be wise to move me
until all danger of blood poisoning is past."
"Blood poisoning? There's no danger now, sir."
"You never can tell," said Bonner sagely.
"But I'd be a perfect fool, Mr. Bonner, if there were still danger of
that," complained the doctor.


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