Doctor taps Mr. Dibble on the eyebrow with his forefinger, and away they go.
This young lady, a Miss Dibble, is downstairs, where her typewriter will not bother.
Yes, put that down, too, Miss Dibble; I want people to know everything!
But, of course, it was Mrs. Dibble who could tell the most, and who was more in demand than ever.
The sky was overcast, and Dibble said that ...