“These are podophyllin pills.”
“Gee, the name's enough to kill a feller.”
“Well, Morning-Glories is a good name. If you take too many you'll be wafted straight to glory in the morning, and the road will be a little rough in places.”
“Confound it, Jake,” called the first driver, “don't you take none of 'em. Don't monkey with 'em.” But Jake had agreed to trade a melon for pills. He held out his big hand. “Pour me out some of them Little Devils. I'll risk 'em.”
The doctor emptied the small bottle into Jake's hand, replaced it in the case and drove off.
“John, why in the world didn't you give him some instructions as to how to take them?” asked Mary, energetically.
“He didn't ask me to prescribe for him, my dear. He wanted to trade a watermelon for pills and we traded.”
“For pity's sake,” said Mary indignantly, “and you're going to let that man kill himself while you strain at a point of professional etiquette!” She was gazing back at the unfortunate man.
“Don't you worry, he'll be too much afraid of them to hurt himself with them,” said the doctor, laughing.
“I sincerely hope he will.”