"Every one of you wait in here and
I'll go out and tell him."
When I dashed out of doors and stood by the side of my
uncle's sleigh, he was truly an amazed man.
"I will get in, uncle," said I, "and if you will let John
drive the horses slowly around the yard, I will tell you how I
happen to be here."
The story was a much longer one than I expected it to be, and
John must have driven those horses backward and forward for half
an hour.
"Well," said my uncle, at last, "I never saw your Kitty, but
I knew her father and her mother, and I will go in and take a
look at her. If I like her, I will take you all on to the
Collingwoods', and drop Uncle Beamish at his sister's house."
"I'll tell you what it is, young doctor," said Uncle Beamish, at
parting, "you ought to buy that big roan horse. He has been
a regular guardian angel to us this Christmas."
"Oh, that would never do at all," cried Kitty. "His patients
would all die before he got there."
"That is, if they had anything the matter with them," added
my uncle.
A PIECE OF RED CALICO
Before beginning the relation of the following incidents, I wish
to state that I am a young married man, doing business in a large
city, in the suburbs of which I live.
I was going into town the other morning, when my wife handed
me a little piece of red calico, and asked me if I would have
time, during the day, to buy her two yards and a half of calico
like it.
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