I wish cousins Cal and Art would invite themselves to dine with us too." "Art's very busy just now," said Ella: "there's a good deal of sickness, and I don't believe he's spent a whole night at home for the last week or more." "Dear me! I wouldn't be a doctor for any thing, nor a doctor's wife!" exclaimed Zoe.
"Well, I don't know: there's something to be said on both sides of that question," laughed Ella.

"I can tell you, Art would make a mighty good husband; and it's very handy, in ease of sickness, to have the doctor in the house." "Yes; but, according to your account, he's generally somewhere else than in his own house," returned Zoe playfully.
Ella laughed.

"Yes," she said, "doctors do have a hard life; but, if you say so to Art, he always says he has never regretted having chosen the medical profession, because it affords so many opportunities for doing good.

It's plain he makes that the business of his life.

I'm proud of Art.