A THOUGHT FOR HELEN
"Bricktop!"
"Peter!"
They took a grappling hold of each other, as if about to engage in a wrestling match to prove which was the more jubilant over this meeting; for Peter was a man after Bricktop's own heart and Bricktop after Peter's.
"You're red-headed as ever!" said Peter.
"What did you expect? That I'd dip my locks in a dye-barrel? Needed all the red I had and some more to deal with some of the stick-in-the-muds, who would not believe that I am a surgeon. Say, but you're good for sore eyes and nostalgia!"
"Think of you being over here and operating on Phil!" Peter held William Smith, D.D.S., off at arm's length in respectful admiration.
"If you hadn't sent me that twenty thousand I wouldn't have had the equipment for the job," Bricktop replied.
"You don't mean that that twenty thousand—maybe it's saved Phil!"
"Exactly what I do mean!"