"A doctor?"
"Yes, a medical missionary, your new neighbour on the other side of the hill."
"Sit down a minute, I'll get the stuff."
Warner went to his box and, opening it, surveyed his wretched stock of stale drugs. So here was a real doctor! Thank Providence for that! He passed in review his many cases, only a few of which are set down here. He knew he had done his best, but he blamed himself for ever having aped the doctor.
"Is there anything you want besides nitrate of potash?"
"No, thanks. I've got everything else I'm likely to require."
Warner brought the bottle. "Here you are."
"Thanks. I only want a little."
"Take the lot."
"But you'll want it sooner or later."