And the doctor--it was
always hard fur me to get to calling him anything
but Doctor Kirby--how he had happened to start
out with a good chancet in life and turn into jest
a travelling fakir.
Well, I thinks to myself now that he has got to be
that, mebby her and him won't suit so well now,
even if they does get their differences patched up.
Fur all the forgiving in the world ain't going to
change things, or make them no different. But, so
long as the doctor appeared to want to find her so
derned bad, I was awful glad I had been the means
of getting him and Miss Lucy together. He had
done a lot fur me, first and last, the doctor had, and
I felt like it helped pay him a little. Though if they
was to settle down like married folks I would feel
like a good old sport was spoiled in the doctor,
too.
We had to change cars at Indianapolis to get to
that there little town. We was due to reach it
about two o'clock in the afternoon. And the nearer
we got to the place the nervouser and nervouser all
three of us become. And not owning we was. The
last hour before we hit the place, I took a drink of
water every three minutes, I was so nervous. And
when we come into the town I was already standing
out onto the platform. I wouldn't of been sur-
prised to find Martha and Miss Lucy down there to
the station.
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