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next afternoon young Doctor MacAllister, who was taking over more and more of Old Maguire’s practice now that the old man was losing his sight, stepped back from my bed and shaking his head said, “It’s no use, Mister Fisher, you’ll just have to take things easily. It’s a good job you stayed in bed today and sent for me.”
I said, “I should have been at work, you know, but I just felt that I hadn’t the energy to move.”
The young doctor looked down through my bedroom window and said, “When the warmer weather comes you’ll be able to go out and sit in the garden; but, mind you, no gardening yet awhile.”
His manner frightened me for a moment. “Do you mean I am not to go to work? Is that what you mean? What’s wrong then?”
“Nothing that rest will not put right, I hope,” he said. “Yo
