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 laughed to herself. "Poor Neil! Treating him like that just because he wasn't a millionaire!"

She walked very slowly, as though she was in no hurry to view Mr. Briggs' enormous mustache, and once, when a car came rushing up the hill behind her, she quickly turned to see who it was. But, though the car made a noise like the Little Rattler, it wasn't the doctor.

"I wonder what his office hours are," she thought. "I wonder if they're printed on his sign."

She crossed the street and walked back down the hill, as though she had remembered an errand at Kingsley's store.

"‘Office hours—Five to six,’" she read on the sign. "Its nearly five now, so I may see him somewhere."

At Kingsley's she bought a spool of thread and started up the street again, as through she had remembered another errand, this time at Dearnley & Clark's.