They were now on their way to Birchespool,
where they hoped that he might get some good from the
bracing air. I was able to recommend vegetarianism,
which I have found to act like a charm in
such cases. We had quite a spirited conversation, and I
think that we were sorry on both sides when we came to
the junction where they had to change. Mrs. La Force
gave me her card, and I promised to call if ever I should
be in Birchespool.
However, all this must be stupid enough to you. You
know my little ways by this time, and you don't expect me
to keep on the main line of my story. However, I am back
on the rails now, and I shall try to remain there.
Well, it was nearly six o'clock, and evening was just
creeping in when we drew up in Bradfield Station. The
first thing I saw when I looked out of the window was
Cullingworth, exactly the same as ever, striding in his
jerky way down the platform, his coat flying open, his
chin thrust forward (he is the most under-hung man I have
ever seen), and his great teeth all gleaming, like a
good-natured blood-hound. He roared with delight when he
saw me, wrung my hand, and slapped me enthusiastically
upon the shoulder.
"My dear chap!" said he. "We'll clear this town
out. I tell you, Munro, we won't leave a doctor in it.
It's all they can do now to get butter to their bread;
and when we get to work together they'll have to eat it
dry.
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