I have everything with me, so we will not lose any time.

Good-by, my boy," he called to Archie.

"One day I'll make a doctor of you, and then I won't have to take your dear mother from you so often.

Good-by, Martha.

You want to take care of that cough, old lady, or I shall have to send up some of those plasters you love so." They were off and rattling down the path between the lilacs before either Archie or the old woman could answer.