“Didn't he ever bring any to your house?”
“Oh, yes, five of them.”
“I'd watch and see where he gets 'em,” said the little fellow stoutly. “Jimmie Brown said Mr. Blank found their baby down in the woods in an old holler log.”
The doctor came out, and the little boy looking up at him asked, “Is they any more babies down in the woods?”
“Yes, yes, ‘the woods is full of 'em,’” laughed the doctor as he drove off leaving the little group quite unsatisfied.
When they had gone some distance two wagons appeared on the brow of the hill in front of them. “Hold on, Doctor,” shouted the first driver, as the doctor was driving rapidly by, “I want to sell you a watermelon.”
“Will you take your pay in pills?”
“Don't b'lieve I have any use for pills.”
“Don't want one then, I'm broke this morning,” and he passed the second wagon and pulled his horse into the road again.
“Wait a minute! I'll trade you a melon for some pills,” called the driver. He spread the reins over the dashboard and clambered down; the man in front looked back at him with a grin. “I've got two kinds here, the Cyclone and the Monarch, which would you rather have?”