It wouldn't do to go about stabbing people in the wrong place, just as if the appendix might be any little old where, would it ?" "I should say not," said he, arising and bowing very profoundly.

Then he followed close behind her trim, smart figure as they threaded their way among the tables.
So this was the "pretty little mustard girl" that all fashionable New York had talked about in the past and was dancing with in the present.

This was the girl who refused to go to the dogs at the earnest behest of the redoubtable Mrs.Tresslyn.Somehow he felt that Fate had provided him with an unexpected pal! And, to his utter astonishment, he was prevailed upon to perform the operation! The Fenns and Simeon Dodge decided the matter for him.
"I shall have to give up sailing next week," he said, as pleased as Punch but contriving to project a wry face.

"I can't go away and leave my first bona-fide patient until she is entirely out of the woods." "I have engagements for to-morrow and Wednesday," said Mrs.Rumsey Fenn, after reflection.

She was a rather pallid woman of thirty-five who might have been accused of being bored with life if she had not made so many successful efforts to prolong it.
"It doesn't happen to be your appendix, my dear," said her husband.
"Goodness, I wish it were," said she, regretfully.