`` You are the Posy who always has what we want , '' said Emil ; and Nan resolved to have a needle-book in her own pocket henceforth , for just such cases as this were always occurring in her practice . Daisy covered her eyes , but Nan probed and picked with a steady hand , while Emil gave directions not down in any medical work or record . `` Starboard now ! Steady , boys , steady ! Try another tack . Heave ho ! there she is ! '' `` Suck it , '' ordered the Doctor , surveying the splinter with an experienced eye . `` Too dirty , '' responded the patient , shaking his bleeding hand . `` Wait ; I 'll tie it up if you have got a handkerchief . '' `` Have n't ; take one of those rags down there . '' `` Gracious ! no , indeed ; they are doll 's clothes , '' cried Daisy , indignantly . `` Take one of mine ; I 'd like to have you , '' said Nan ; and swinging himself down , Emil caught up the first `` rag '' he saw . It happened to be the frilled skirt ; but Nan tore it up without a murmur ; and when the royal petticoat was turned into a neat little bandage , she dismissed her patient with the command , `` Keep it wet , and let it alone ; then it will heal right up , and not be sore . '' `` What do you charge ? '' asked the Commodore , laughing . `` Nothing ; I keep a ` spensary ; that is a place where poor people are doctored free gratis for nothing , '' explained Nan , with an air . `` Thank you , Doctor Giddy-gaddy . I 'll always call you in when I come to grief ; '' and Emil departed , but looked back to say for one good turn deserves another `` Your duds are blowing away , Doctor . ''
Forgiving the disrespectful word , `` XXXXX , '' the ladies hastily descended , and , gathering up their wash , retired to the house to fire up the little stove , and go to ironing .
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