CHAPTER 23Jonas Smith stood staring at the flash of the sun of the maroon car as it rounded the corner of the Court.
“Oh, Dr. Smith!”
He turned. Martha was calling him from the gate. “Dr. Smith, there’s a lady with a child in here who wants to know is you engaged in the practice of medicine? I tol’ her I don’ know, but you was out here and I’d see if I could find out.”
Jonas winced, and grinned. “Touché,” he thought. Now that the point had come up, he wondered himself. “I’ll be right in,” he said.
The child had fallen and sprained her ankle. Before he had finished taping it another child appeared, still dripping wet from a swimming party where she had dived and cut her knee open on an oyster shell. Her brother who was with her had climbed a tree covered with a handsome poison ivy vine.
