Daily Pym

‘Quick, Edwin, go to her,’ said Daisy, ‘and see what you can do.’

Edwin hurried to where Sister Dew lay in a tumbled heap. In his veterinary practice he specialised in the treatment of small animals, and the sheer bulkiness of Sister Dew reminded him that his work had been with cats and pet dogs rather than with horses and cows, but he examined her ankle as best he could.

— An Unsuitable Attachment, chapter fifteen