I don't think I ever went so fast before; but it was a good road, and
that helped me, and I was saying to myself all the time, "Oh, don't let
me be too late for the doctor! _Please_ let me find him and bring him to
father."
And I _did_ find the doctor at home. I was out of breath, but I managed
to tell him what was the matter, and he was soon ready.
Of course I couldn't keep up with his pony-cart, as father could have
done, but I got home not long after, and heard that the doctor was
there, and the bleeding had stopped.
Father was very weak for some time, and his hand was not well for
several weeks, but the doctor and mother said he would have died if I
hadn't been able to fetch the doctor so quickly on my tricycle.
That's why I like my tricycle so much, and think it such a useful thing.
If it had been a pony, it would have had to be saddled and bridled; but
I always keep it cleaned and oiled, so it was quite ready for use when
it was wanted. Mother used to be rather afraid of my riding it at one
time, but she doesn't mind it now, because she knows how useful it was
the day father cut his hand.
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