"Mr. West 'isself was always a rare one for 'ome. The boy takes arter 'im."
XVIII
THREE DIALOGUES
The Mission of the Healer is a fine and a noble one, and I have often confided this original thought to my friend Doctor Brink, who declares that such confidences are helpful to him. And I now desire to record, without comment, three dialogues which drifted in to me at intervals one Sunday, when I was sitting on the doctor's gas-stove.
I.—MORNING
VISITOR: And 'e's ser fretful, Doctor, and 'is breathin's ser sick, and 'e don't appear to 'ave no appetite.
DOCTOR: Bring him to the light here. I just want—ah!
VISITOR: I give 'im a soothin' powder, too, last night—a large one. I bought it at the chimmis. They're supposed to be very good, them Parker's soothin' powders.
DOCTOR: I'm afraid that this is rather serious.
VISITOR: Down't you think they're very good, Doctor—them Parker's soothin' powders?