REASONABLE PREJUDICE
Softly the nurse smoothed the sufferer’s pillow. He had only been admitted that morning, and now he looked pleadingly up at the “ministering angel” who stood at his bedside.
“An’ phwat did yez say the docthor’s name was, nurse, dear?” he asked.
“Dr. Kilpatrick,” was the reply. “He’s the senior house surgeon.”
The sufferer winced, and pulled a wry face.
“That settles it,” he muttered, firmly. “That docthor won’t get no chance to operate on me.”
“Why not?” asked the nurse, in surprise. “He’s a very clever man.”
“That’s as may be,” the patient said again, his voice cold and strong. “But me name happens to be Patrick.”