" Petticoat
lighted a cigarette and sat down to take Polly's pulse.
"That's right," he said to the men who brought the things he had sent for,
"scuttle back for my rubber gloves, and the chloroform outfit. Tell my
man and his helpers to come down--I may need them--and bring me a clean
handkerchief."
"Now for an X-ray," he said, a little later, as he adjusted his portable
X-razor.
"Oh, it's all done," said Warble, "While you were taking her plood
bressure, I cut off her ear--"
"What with?"
"Oh, I had a boning knife and the sardine scissors. It's all right. And
I've fixed her hair lovely--in a big curly earmuff, so it will never show
at all. Be quiet for a day or so, Polly, and then you'll be all right. The
only trouble is, after this, orders will probably go in one ear and out the
other--"
"You're a hummer, Warble," Petticoat said, as they went back up stairs.
"Yes, it had to be done quickly, you see. And it was out of your line, so I
duffed in. But one thing bothered me a little. You see, the fire was out,
and the cook lighted it with kerosene, and she used such a lot--something
might of blew up."
"And you knew that! You knew that two Petticoats might have been blown
up--"
"Sure. Didn't you? Don't faint, pleathe!"
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