“Lady doctors!” said Dr. Perry coming back. “Morgan’s in a jam as usual. One of her old panel patients throwing fits and she wants my opinion. Opinion! What she wants is for me to do the job. Dispensing for Potter is about all she’s fit for. Why doesn’t she try her psychology on the old lady? I’m sorry for you all when I take my holiday, as there’s no one else to carry on at the moment. Did I put my bag in the car, Maud?”
His wife said he had.
“Don’t wait for me,” said her husband. “I’ll come back if I can, but if I can’t, I can’t. I’ll be coming up to give that girl of yours her last injection, Miss Sparling, and I hope she’ll carry on through the winter without any more boils. If not, I’ll have to send her to the Barchester General for some tests. Good night, Oriel, and thanks for the
