"
But Mr. Baxter shook his head sadly.
"I 'aw' 'uh' 'ih," he answered.
Then Aunt Jane's courage began to fail.
"Can't shut it! Oh, Solomon, Solomon! What is it?"
"I 'o '_oo_'," he replied testily. Then, clasping his jaw in
both hands, he began to walk the floor again, groaning dismally.
Miss Roberts's tears were flowing. She felt sure that Mr. Baxter's
hours were' numbered, and that she would soon be forced to look on
at his funeral. Could she be a mother to his little ones, thus
doubly bereaved? These thoughts passed in rapid succession through
her brain; then, raising her voice to the utmost, she called for
aid. That done, for the first and only time in the course of her
life, Aunt Jane Roberts, the strong-minded, the firm, sank down on
the sofa and quietly fainted away. This was the state of affairs
which met the doctor's gaze, as he entered the room.
To his practised eye there was no ground for doubt. He recognized
the disease and the remedy. It only needed one pull with his
strong hands, one roar of anguish from Mr. Baxter, and the
dislocated jaw was slipped back into place once more. Then the
doctor turned to help his wife who was trying to restore Aunt Jane
to consciousness.
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