"I ain't talkin' about any particular doctor," went on the shipping clerk, unabashed. "I'm agin all doctors. They're a bunch of crooks, I tell you. It's you women with your imaginary ailments who keep 'em going. If doctors had to depend on men for a living, they'd have to take to shovelling snow."
"Hardly in summer time," said Virginia dryly.
"No," he retorted as quickly; "then they could run ice cream parlors."
Fanny, who had resumed darning her socks, smiled. She enjoyed these little encounters between her sister and her fiancé. Virginia was no mean antagonist when it came to an argument, but she was no match for Jimmie. However, thinking the sparring had gone far enough, she adroitly changed the conversation.
"Well, how's business to-day, Jim?"
"Oh, on the blink—as usual. Nothing doing; I'm sick of the whole outfit. But say, girls—!"
"What?" exclaimed Fanny.
"You won't tell anyone if I tell you something?"
Virginia looked up from her book. Even she was interested.
"No," said Fanny, "we won't tell. What is it?"