"I will order my buggy round to the door, and drive you back.

I will take my instruments with me.

It is no business of mine whether a sick man is a Confederate or a Federal; all my business is to heal him." "Thank you very much, doctor.

While the horse is being put in I will go down and tell the negro boy with me to go straight on with a basket of things I have been buying." "Where is he now ?" the doctor asked.
"I think he is sitting down outside the door, sir." "Then you needn't go down," the doctor said.

"He can jump up behind and go with us.