It required some persuasion to induce Aunt Amy to consent to see the doctor.

Doctors, she had found (with the single exception of Dr.
Coombe), were terribly unreasonable.

They asked all kinds of questions, and never believed a word of the answers.
"And if I have a doctor," she declared tearfully, "I shall have to go to bed.

And if I go to bed who will get supper?
The sprigged tea-set--" "But you won't need to go to bed, Auntie.

You aren't ill, you know; just a little bit upset.