And the cost is so little, too.
Apparently there are some people though who can't see things in the right way.
They simply lack faith.
I remember when out in the country, I dropped in to see friend Wilkins, the editor of the local sheet.
He was endeavoring to give some medicine to his little chap, who writhed and twisted in contortions.
Of course it was a case of too many green apples, and I could sympathize with Teddy.
We've all been there.
Now, it happened that a good woman next door had been called in.