It was me that spoke. "Doc Simpson's had a turrible accident," I answers. "His gasoline plug got to misbehavin' down the road a piece, and plumb tore her insides out. He got awful shook up, and couldn't come no further, so--knowin' the baby was so sick--I went fer Bill." "Bill!" says the ole man, disgusted. "_Thun-deration!_" But Billy had his tools out a'ready and was a-reachin' fer the kid. Sewell let him have her--cussin' like a mule-skinner. "That's right," he says to Rose; "that's right,--let him massacree her!" Rose didn't take no notice. "Aw, Billy!" she kept sayin', and "Aw, baby!" Billy got to doin' things. He picked somethin' shiny outen his kit and slipped it into a pocket. Next, he lay the kid lookin' up and put his finger into her mouth. "See here," he says to me. I peeked in where he pointed and seen a reg'lar little hawg-back of gum, red on the two slopes, but whitish in four spots along the ridge, like they'd been a snowfall. Billy grinned, took out that shiny instrument, and give each of them pore little gum buttes the double cross--zip-_zip,_ zip-_zip,_ zip-_zip,_ zip-_zip_. And, jumpin' buffaloes! _out pops four of the prettiest teeth a man ever seen!_ Bugs?--rats! "Now, a little Bella Donnie," says Bill, "and the baby'll be O. K." "O. K.!" says Rose. "Aw, Billy!" And _such_ a kissin'!--the baby, a-_course_. Ole man Sewell stopped swearin' a minute. "What's the matter?" he ast. "Teeth," says Billy. Think of that! Why, the trouble was so clost to Simpson that if it'd been a rattler, it'd 'a' bit him! "_Teeth!_" says the ole man, like he didn't believe it. "Come look," says Billy. Sewell, he walked over to the baby and stooped down. Then all of a suddent, I seen his jaw go open, and his eyes stick out so far you could 'a' knocked 'em off with a stick. Then, he got red as a turkey gobbler--and let out a reg'lar war-whoop. "_Look_ at 'em!" he yelped. "Rose! Rose!--_look_ at 'em! Four all to oncet!" And he give the doc such a wallop on the back that it come nigh to knockin' him down. "I know," I says sarcastic, "but, shucks! a baby ain't _all_ teeth. This is a mighty puzzlin' case, and Simpson----" "Close you' fly-trap," says the ole man, "and look at them teeth! Four of a kind--can y' beat it?" "Wa-a-al," I says, sniffin', "they's so, so, I reckon, but any kid----" "_Any_ kid!" yells the ole man, plumb aggervated. And he was just turnin' round to give _me_ one when--in limps Simpson! "Mister Sewell," he says, "I come to make a complaint"--he shook his fist at me--"agin this here ruffian. He----" "Wow!" roars Sewell. "Don't you trouble to make no complaints in _this_ house. Here you been a-treatin' this baby fer bugs when it was just teeth. Say! you ain't got sense enough to come in when it rains!" That plumb rattled Simpson. He was gittin' a _re_ception he didn't reckon on. But he tried t' keep up his game.