"You're the very identical woman that told me when I 'phoned awhile ago that you'd send him right down. It's the very same voice." "There is a mistake somewhere," reiterated Mary, patiently, "but I'll send the doctor as soon as he gets in if you will give me your name." "I'll tell ye agin, then, that he's to come to Lige Thornton's." "Very well. I'll send him," and Mary left the 'phone much mystified. "She was in dead earnest--and so was I. I can't understand it." Glancing out of the window she saw her tall, young daughter coming up the walk. The solution came with lightning quickness--strange she didn't think of that, Gertrude had answered. She remembered now that others had thought their voices very much alike, especially over the 'phone. "If the woman had not talked in such a cyclonic way I would have thought of it," she reflected. When the young girl entered the room her mother said, "Gertrude, you answered the 'phone awhile ago, didn't you?" "About twenty minutes ago. Some woman was so anxious for father to come right away that I just ran down to the office to see that he _went_." "That was very thoughtful of you, dear, but it's little credit we're getting for it." She related the dialogue that had just taken place and mother and daughter laughed in sympathy. "Why, Mamma, we couldn't forget if we wanted to. That telephone is an Old Man of the Sea to both of us--is now and ever shall be, world without end." "But did you find your father at the office?" "Yes, and waited till he fixed up some medicine for two patients already waiting, then shooed him out before some more came in. I wanted to get it off _my_ mind." "I'm glad he is on his way. Now stay within hearing of the 'phone, dearie, till I finish my work up-stairs." "All right, Mamma, I'm going to make a cake now, but I can hear the 'phone plainly from the kitchen." It wasn't long till a ring was heard. Gertrude dusted the flour from her hands and started. "Which 'phone was it?" she asked the maid. "I think it was the Farmers'," said Mollie, hesitating. So to the Farmers' 'phone went Gertrude. "Hello." No answer. "Hello." Silence. She clapped the receiver up and hurried to the Citizens' 'phone. "Hello." "Is this Dr. Blank's?" "Yes." "Is he there?" "No, he was called--" Here a loud ring from the other 'phone sounded. "He was called down to--" said Gertrude rapidly, then paused, unable to think of the name at the instant. "If you will tell me where he went, I'll just 'phone down there for him," said the voice. A second peal from the other 'phone. "_Yes, yes!_" said Gertrude impatiently. "O, I didn't mean that for you," she hurried apologetically. "The other 'phone is calling, and I'm so confused I can't think. Will you excuse me just an instant till I see what is wanted?" "Certainly." She flew to the Farmers' 'phone. "Is this Dr. Blank's?" "Yes." "Good while a-answerin'," grumbled a voice. "I did answer but no one answered _me_." "Where's the doctor?"