"Why, our master--they pulls him in pieces which is to have him fust." "What an awful liar! Oh, you good girl!" whispered Dr.Staines and Rosa in one breath.
"Ah, well," said Buttons, "any way, Sarah says she knows you are clever, 'cos her little girl as lives with her mother, and calls Sarah aunt, has bin to your 'spensary with ringworm, and you cured her right off." "Ay, and a good many more," said Jane, loftily.

She was a housemaid of imagination; and while Staines was putting some lint and an instrument case into his pocket, she proceeded to relate a number of miraculous cures.

Dr.Staines interrupted them by suddenly emerging, and inviting Buttons to take him to the house.
Mrs.Staines was so pleased with Jane for cracking up the doctor, that she gave her five shillings; and, after that, used to talk to her a great deal more than to the cook, which judicious conduct presently set all three by the ears.
Buttons took the doctor to a fine house in the same street, and told him his mistress's name on the way--Mrs.Lucas.

He was taken up to the nursery, and found Mrs.Lucas seated, crying and lamenting, and a woman holding a little girl of about seven, whose brow had been cut open by the fender, on which she had fallen from a chair; it looked very ugly, and was even now bleeding.
Dr.Staines lost no time; he examined the wound keenly, and then said kindly to Mrs.Lucas, "I am happy to tell you it is not serious." He then asked for a large basin and some tepid water, and bathed it so softly and soothingly that the child soon became composed; and the mother discovered the artist at once.

He compressed the wound, and explained to Mrs.Lucas that the principal thing really was to avoid an ugly scar.