“Tell Mrs. Fletcher I’m coming,” called out Doctor South.
The little girl hesitated for a moment, and putting a dirty finger in a dirty mouth stood still and looked at Philip.
“What’s the matter, Kid?” said Philip, smiling.
“Please, sir, Mrs. Fletcher says, will the new doctor come?” There was a sound in the dispensary and Doctor South came out into the passage.
“Isn’t Mrs. Fletcher satisfied with me?” he barked.“I’ve attended Mrs. Fletcher since she was born. Why aren’t I good enough to attend her filthy brat?”