Chip, of the Flying U by B. M. Bower
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CHAPTER VI. The Hum of Preparation. Miss Whitmore ran down to the blacksmith shop, waving an official- looking paper in her hand. "I've got it, J. G.!" "Got what--smallpox?" J. G. did not even look up from the iron he was welding. "No, my license. I'm a really, truly doctor now, and you needn't laugh, either. You said you'd give a dance if I passed, and I did. Happy Jack brought it just now." "Brought the dance?" The Old Man gave the bellows a pull which sent a shower of sparks toward the really, truly doctor. "Brought the license," she explained, patiently. "You can see for yourself. They were awfully nice to me--they seemed to think a girl doctor is some kind of joke out here. They didn't make it any easier, though; they acted as if they didn't expect me to pass--but I did!" The Old Man rubbed one smutty hand down his trousers leg and extended it for the precious document. "Let me have a look at it," he said, trying to hide his pride in her. |
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