But when that is done, I will tell you what I think he may be up the tree for." A man with the jumping-car was soon dispatched, by urgency of Jordas, for Dr.Spraggs, who lived several miles away, in a hamlet to the westward, inaccessible to anything that could not jump right nimbly.
But the ladies made a slight mistake: they caught the doctor, but no patient.
For Pet being well up in his favorite tree--poring with great wonder over Lyrical Ballads, which took his fancy somehow--thence descried the hateful form of Dr.Spraggs, too surely approaching in the seat of honor of the jumping-car.

Was ever any poesy of such power as to elevate the soul above the smell of physic?
The lofty poet of the lakes and fells fell into Pet's pocket anyhow, and down the off side of the tree came he, with even his bad leg ready to be foremost in giving leg-bail to the medical man.

The driver of the jumping-car espied this action; but knowing that he would have done the like, grinned softly, and said nothing.

And long after Dr.Spraggs was gone, leaving behind him sage advice, and a vast benevolence of bottles, Pet returned, very dirty and hungry, and cross, and most unpoetical..