I must get to a doctor quick.' "'Doctor!' I sings out.

'Great land of love! there ain't a doctor nigher than Denboro, and that's four mile astern.' "'Never mind,' cries the Bassett woman.

'We must go there, then.

Turn around, Jonadab! Turn around at once! Mr.Bradbury--' "But poor Henry G.was curled up against the cushions and we couldn't get nothin' out of him but groans.

And all the time we was sailin' along up the road.
"'Turn around, Jonadab!' orders Henrietta.