THE DOCTOR'S HOME
ONE Monday afternoon towards the end of April my father asked me to take some shoes which he had mended to a house on the other side of the town.They were for a Colonel Bellowes who was very particular.
I found the house and rang the bell at the front door.The Colonel opened it, stuck out a very red face and said, "Go round to the tradesmen's entrance--go to the back door." Then he slammed the door shut.
I felt inclined to throw the shoes into the middle of his flower-bed.But I thought my father might be angry, so I didn't.I went round to the back door, and there the Colonel's wife met me and took the shoes from me.She looked a timid little woman and had her hands all over flour as though she were ****** bread.She seemed to be terribly afraid of her husband whom I could still hear stumping round the house somewhere, grunting indignantly because I had come to the front door.Then she asked me in a whisper if I would have a bun and a glass of milk.And I said, "Yes, please." After I had eaten the bun and milk, I thanked the Colonel's wife and came away.Then I thought that before I went home I would go and see if the Doctor had come back yet.I had been to his house once already that morning.But I thought I'd just like to go and take another look.My squirrel wasn't getting any better and I was beginning to be worried about him.
So I turned into the Oxenthorpe Road and started off towards the Doctor's house.On the way I noticed that the sky was clouding over and that it looked as though it might rain.
I reached the gate and found it still locked.I felt very discouraged.I had been coming here every day for a week now.The dog, Jip, came to the gate and wagged his tail as usual, and then sat down and watched me closely to see that I didn't get in.
I began to fear that my squirrel would die before the Doctor came back.I turned away sadly, went down the steps on to the road and turned towards home again.
I wondered if it were supper-time yet.Of course I had no watch of my own, but I noticed a gentleman coming towards me down the road; and when he got nearer I saw it was the Colonel out for a walk.He was all wrapped up in smart overcoats and mufflers and bright-colored gloves.It was not a very cold day but he had so many clothes on he looked like a pillow inside a roll of blankets.I asked him if he would please tell me the time.
He stopped, grunted and glared down at me--his red face growing redder still; and when he spoke it sounded like the cork coming out of a gingerbeer-bottle.
"Do you imagine for one moment," he spluttered, "that I am going to get myself all unbuttoned just to tell a little boy like you THE TIME!" And he went stumping down the street, grunting harder than ever.
I stood still a moment looking after him and wondering how old I would have to be, to have him go to the trouble of getting his watch out.And then, all of a sudden, the rain came down in torrents.
I have never seen it rain so hard.It got dark, almost like night.The wind began to blow; the thunder rolled; the lightning flashed, and in a moment the gutters of the road were flowing like a river.There was no place handy to take shelter, so I put my head down against the driving wind and started to run towards home.
I hadn't gone very far when my head bumped into something soft and I sat down suddenly on the pavement.I looked up to see whom I had run into.And there in front of me, sitting on the wet pavement like myself, was a little round man with a very kind face.He wore a shabby high hat and in his hand he had a small black bag.
"I'm very sorry," I said."I had my head down and I didn't see youcoming."
To my great surprise, instead of getting angry at being knocked down, the little man began to laugh.
"You know this reminds me," he said, "of a time once when I was in India.I ran full tilt into a woman in a thunderstorm.But she was carrying a pitcher of molasses on her head and I had treacle in my hair for weeks afterwards--the flies followed me everywhere.I didn't hurt you, did 1?""No," I said."I'm all right."
"It was just as much my fault as it was yours, you know," said the little man."I had my head down too--but look here, we mustn't sit talking like this.You must be soaked.I know I am.How far have you got to go?""My home is on the other side of the town," I said, as we picked ourselves up.
