It would save much time and money and disappointment if all those who don't know would pause to put a question or two to those who do. But so it is not, and the maker of worthless devices and the concocter of nostrums galore cometh oft to fortune by leaps and bounds, while the poor, conscientious physician who sticks to the truth of things, arriveth betimes at starvation's gate.
(I was startled a few days ago to learn that the average income of physicians in the United States does not exceed six hundred dollars.)
Ting-a-ling-ling-ling. Ting-a-ling-ling-ling.
“Tell papa he's wanted at the 'phone,” said Mary.
“Where is he?”
“Isn't he there in the dining room?”
“He must be in the kitchen then; go to the door and call him.”
The small boy obeyed. “He's not out here either,” he announced from the door-way.