George Manville Fenn

Cormorant Crag George Manville Fenn

"Here, you, Vince!" cried Doctor Burnet, pausing in his surgery with a bottle in each hand-one large and the other small, the latter about to be filled for the benefit of a patient who believed himself to be very ill and felt aggrieved when his medical adviser told him that he would be quite well if he did not eat so much. "Yes, father." The boy walked up to the surgery door at the end of the long, low granite house. "Upon my word!" cried the Doctor; "it's lucky we have nobody here to see you. No one would ever take you for a gentleman's son." "Why not, father?"