I don't suppose mamma
would ever let me, but I'd like to try, and I think I could do
it."
"Why don't you, then?" asked Polly heartily. "I don't want to
myself, and I shouldn't succeed. I should be like the old doctor
papa tells about, that used to swear at his patients when they
didn't mind him. I never could keep cool when things went wrong.
Besides, I think it's a man's work, more than a woman's."
"I'd like to be one, and prove that you are wrong," returned
Jessie, with some spirit.
"If I really made up my mind to be a doctor, I'd be a good one, if
I had to give up everything else for the sake of it; but it isn't
in my line," said Polly a little regretfully. "But when you and
Alan are famous all over the world, I'll go around telling
everybody how I was the first one to start you in that line; and
they'll all be grateful to me, even if I haven't any career, see
if they aren't."
"In the meantime," said Alan, suddenly breaking off the
conversation, "has anybody the slightest idea where we are?"
"I haven't," said Jessie, pulling up Cob abruptly. "I've been so
busy talking and thinking that I haven't paid any attention to
where we were going."
"I never saw this road before," said Polly.
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