He took the opportunity of asking the old gentleman if he was fully
satisfied with the progress towards recovery that his niece was making.
"I don't see that she is making any progress," said Uncle Ike frankly.
"I don't think she can see a bit better than she could when she came
home. In fact, I don't think she can see as well. She had a pair of
glasses made of black rubber, with a pinhole in the centre of them, that
she could read a little with, but I notice now that she never puts them
on."
"Well," remarked Quincy, "perhaps I have taken an unwarrantable liberty,
Uncle Ike; but when I was last in Boston I heard of a new doctor who has
made some wonderful cures, and I have engaged him to come down here next
week and see your niece. Of course, if you object I will write to him
not to come, and no harm will be done."
Quincy did not think it necessary to state that he had paid the doctor
his fee of one hundred dollars in advance.
"Well," said Uncle Ike, "I certainly sha'n't object, if the doctor can
do her any good. But I should like to know something about the course of
treatment, the nature of it, I mean, before she gives up her present
doctor.
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