“I hate telephones!” grumbled Mr Dover, “They ring at the most awkward times–when you’re eating breakfast or dinner, or having a bath! Just throw the dratted thing out!” Mrs Dover made soothing noises and said, “No, dear! Our farm is so far from the village. You know we need the phone to talk to Melissa and Tom and the children! Besides I can order the groceries too!” Four days later, Mrs Dover fell ill. She was unable to get out of bed and had a high fever. Mr Dover ran to the phone and called Dr Spode. When he had seen Mrs Dover, he said she must go to hospital immediately. The ambulance came and took them to hospital. The next day, Mrs Dover was better and they came home after two days! As Mr Dover settled his wife into bed at home, he said, “That telephone isn’t so bad after all!”
Mr Dover’s Phone
