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The old gentleman.
Thiswasathalf-pasteight.
"Everythinggoingonallright,littleNurse?"hesaidatthefrontdoor."Didyougetthebrandy?"
"I’vegotthebrandy,"saidBobbie,"inalittleflatbottle."
"Ididn’tseethegrapesorthebeeftea,though,"saidhe.
"No,"saidBobbie,firmly,"butyouwillto-morrow.Andthere’ssomebeefstewingintheovenforbeeftea."
"Whotoldyoutodothat?"heasked.
"InoticedwhatMotherdidwhenPhilhadmumps."
"Right,"saidtheDoctor."Nowyougetyouroldwomantositwithyourmother,andthenyoueatagoodbreakfast,andgostraighttobedandsleeptilldinner-time.Wecan’taffordtohavethehead-nurseill."
Hewasreallyquiteanicedoctor.
Whenthe9.15cameoutofthetunnelthatmorningtheoldgentlemaninthefirst-classcarriageputdownhisnewspaper,andgotreadytowavehishandtothethreechildrenonthefence.Butthismorningtherewerenotthree.Therewasonlyone.AndthatwasPeter.
Peterwasnotontherailingseither,asusual.Hewasstandinginfrontoftheminanattitudelikethatofashow-manshowingofftheanimalsinamenagerie,orofthekindclergymanwhenhepointswithawandatthe‘ScenesfromPalestine,’whenthereisamagic-lanternandheisexplainingit.
Peterwaspointing,too.Andwhathewaspointingatwasalargewhitesheetnailedagainstthefence.
