"There are cleverer doctors than you, aren't there ?" she asked, and he was not offended.
"Ay, a hantle cleverer," he told her, "but none so clever as that.

God help you, bairn, if you have to do it yourself some day." "Can I do it myself ?" she cried, brightening.

"I shall do it now.

Is it done with a knife ?" "With a sharper knife than a surgeon's," he answered, and then, regretting he had said so much, he tried to cheer her.

But that he could not do.