A solemn voice asked, “Have you made your will?”
A little giggle before the patient said “No.”
“You'll have plenty of time. You needn't hurry about it.”
“You don't think it will hurt me then?”
“No. Not a bit.”
“I was afraid the acid might salivate me.”
“Yes, that's an old and popular idea. But it won't.”
“That sounds good, Doctor. I was awfully scared. Much obliged. Good-bye.”
A week or two after the above incident the doctor was seated at his dinner, a leisurely Sunday dinner. The telephone called and he rose and went to it. The usual hush fell upon the table in order that he might hear.