Books: Mr. Bingle
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George Barr McCutcheon >> Mr. Bingle
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He flew into the kitchen. Instantly Mr. Force had Dr. Fiddler by the
arm. The others crowded close about the pair.
"How is it, Doctor? All right?"
"Wonderful!" whispered Dr. Fiddler. "She WOULD have her own way about
it, and, by gad, I think she was inspired, now that it's turned out so
beautifully. Half-past six this morning. She's a strong, perfect
woman. I've got my car waiting downstairs and as soon as I've broken
the news to him by degrees--don't want him to knock under completely,
you know--I'm going to take him up to the hospital."
Melissa leaned forward, her eyes gleaming.
"Boy or girl, Doctor?" she whispered.
"A boy, God bless him," said Dr. Fiddler.
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