Mary E. Wilkins, A New England Nun and Other Stories… (1920)
“ She drew the sulky into the yard of a large white house, the first which she came to, and knocked on the door. "Can you—tell me—where—the doctor lives?" she asked the man who opened it. She was leaning against the house, panting; her face was almost purple. The man stood staring. He was old and large, with a sunburnt face and white hair. "What in creation," said he at last, "does this mean? Who air ye, anyway? What ails him?" pointing at David lying back with deathly face, in the sulky. ”
