“You need a doctor just now.” And Ada had watched her mother nod once, as though Mrs. Callender had simply said out loud something she already knew. It was not until a week later that a doctor finally arrived at the house. He was a white doctor from town who charged 10 shillings for an in-house examination in addition to the cost for mileage to get there. He was smartly dressed in a suit and necktie, and he strode into the bedroom with an air of authority and briskly did his exam.
