Part 20 (2/2)
”For the young lady. The doctor said she was used to it.”
”The doctor? Well, that is very thoughtful. Do you want hot water, Moira?”
”Yes, the very thing I do want to get the dust out of my eyes and the grime off my face.”
”And the tea is in the ladies' parlor,” added Billy.
”Tea!” cried Mandy, ”the very thing!”
”The doctor said tea and toast.”
”The doctor again!”
”Sure thing! Said they were all stuck on tea in the Old Country.”
”Oh, he did, eh? Will you have tea, Moira?”
”No tea, thank you. I shall lie down, I think, for a little.”
”All right, dear, we will see you at breakfast. Don't worry. I shall call you.”
Again she kissed the girl and left her to sleep. She found Billy standing in the ladies' parlor with a perplexed and disappointed look on his face.
”The Doc said she'd sure want some tea,” he said.
”And you made the tea yourself?” inquired Mandy.
”Sure thing! The Doc--”
”Well, Billy, I'd just love a cup of tea if you don't mind wasting it on me.”
”Sure thing, ma'm! The Doc won't mind, bein' as she turned it down.”
”Where is Dr. Martin gone, Billy? He needs a cup of tea; he's been up all night. He must be feeling tough.”
”Judgin' by his langwidge I should surmise yes,” said Billy judicially.
”Would you get him, Billy, and bring him here?”
”Get him? S'pose I could. But as to bringin' him here, I'd prefer wild cats myself. The last I seen of him he was hikin' for the Rockies with a blue haze round his hair.”
”But what in the world is wrong with him, Billy?” said Mandy anxiously.
”I've never seen him this way.”
”No, nor me,” said Billy. ”The Doc's a pretty level headed cuss. There's somethin' workin' on him, if you ask me.”
”Billy, you get him and tell him we want to see him at breakfast, will you?”
Billy shook his head.
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