Thomas! Drive to Dr.Pepjohn's." Polly did say, "Is it very bad, Regie ?" But Aunt Maria answered for me--"Can't you see it's bad, child?
Leave him alone." I was ashamed to confess the real cause of my outburst, and suffered for my disingenuousness in Dr.Pepjohn's consulting-room.
"Show Dr.Pepjohn which it is, Regie," said my aunt; and, with tears that had now become simply hysterical, I pointed to the tooth that had ached.
"Just allow me to touch it," said Dr.Pepjohn, inserting his fat finger and thumb into my mouth.

"I won't hurt you, my little man," he added, with the affable mendaciousness of his craft.

Fortunately for me it was rather loose, and a couple of hard wrenches from the doctor's expert fingers brought it out.
"You think me very cruel, now, don't you, my little man ?" said the jocose gentleman, as we were taking leave.
"I don't think you're cruel," I answered, candidly; "but I think you tell fibs, for it _did_ hurt." The doctor laughed long and loudly, and said I was quite an original, which puzzled me extremely.

Then he gave me sixpence, with which I was much pleased, and we parted good friends.
My father was with us on the following Sunday, and he did not go to the church Aunt Maria went to.

I went to the one to which he went.
This church was very well built and appropriately decorated.