Before the other prospective operator could reply the patient turned his head, and remarked feebly:
"What do you take me for—a cheese?"
I rejoice to tell you that this hero survived the operation, and is about again.
Lightwate has always been a great lover of the weed, and it is a rare thing to find him without a cigar or a pipe in his mouth.
When taken to task he never fails to joke about the matter, and turn the tables on a fellow.
I remember of asking him plainly once why he smoked so much, and he immediately replied:
"I suppose because I'm too green to burn."
While Bob and myself were on the way back to his office we saw a commotion ahead, and pretty soon a wild-looking citizen rushed up to a policeman who stood on the curb, and shouted:
"Officer, officer, I've been robbed, and yonder goes the wretch who snatched my watch!"