ater Mary saw him drive past and was glad. Half an hour later the office ring sounded. She did not wait for the second peal. True, John had not said, "Watch the 'phone," today, but that was understood. Occasionally he got an old man who lived next door to the office to come in and stay during his absence. Possibly he might have done so today. But even if he were there the telephone and its ways were a dark mystery to him and besides, his deafness made him of little use in that direction.
Mary took down the receiver and put it to her ear. A lady's voice was asking, "Who is this?"
Mary knew from her inflection that she had asked something before and was not satisfied with the reply.
"This is Dr. Blank's office?" announced the old man in a sort of interrogative.
"Well, where is the doctor?"
"The doctor," said the old man meditatively, as if wondering that anybody should be calling for him--"the doctor--you mean Dr. Blank, I reckon?"
* Your a Doctors wife, at the turn of the last century.
* Your husband has never had much time away from his duties.
* But, this newfangled telephone has made a slave of him.
* You can only grin and bare it and wait for his retirement.
* Life is hectic, but wonderful and plays out, behind each ting-a-ling-a-ling.
A very enjoyable, feel good story. A nice break from murder, mayhem and aliens. From the book: 'And into her thoughts came, too, the never-ending story of the phone as it was unfolding itself to her throughout the years. Humor and pathos, folly and wisdom, tragedy and comedy, pain, anguish, love, joy, sorrow--all had spoken and had poured their sbrief story into the listening ear of the helper. And when he was not there, into the ear of one who must help in her own poor way.'