"But I say, Hicky, what did the doctor say to your hand?
Will it soon get well ?" "Didn't go to the doctor, lad." "Why, what did you do then ?" "Went to old Mikey Dodbrooke, the bone-setter." "What did you go to him for ?" "Because it's his trade.

He knows how to mend bones better than any doctor." "Father says he's an old sham, and doesn't understand anything about it," said Dick.

"You ought to have gone to the doctor, or had him, same as Mr Marston did." "Tchah!" ejaculated Hickathrift.

"Why, he had no bones broken.

Doctors don't understand bone-setting." "Who says so ?" "The bone-setter." "Well, is it getting better, Hicky ?" "Oh yes! It ar'n't very bad.