“Ach! No! No! The doctor will gif out no more photographs,” said the secretary, who was a German. “He has alretty gif out ten thousand. You must go away!”
“But I was told to get a picture,” persisted Larry, who knew that it is part of a reporter’s duty never to give up.
“Go away! Go away!” exclaimed the secretary.
“What’s the trouble?” asked a voice, and, from an inner room came the great doctor himself. He was smiling kindly, and seemed good-natured.
“It is one pest of a newspaper poy,” explained the secretary. “He must have a photograph.”
“I want one for the Leader,” broke in Larry.
“Ha! Who is this?” exclaimed the physician as he heard the sound of Larry’s voice. “I seem to have seen you before, my boy.”
“Yes, sir, I guess you did,” replied Larry.
“Ha! I remember now, you are the boy who helped to catch the pickpocket that stole my watch,” the doctor went on. “I was wondering why you never came to see me.”
“I have been too busy,” said Larry, which was the truth, though another reason was that he felt a little bashful about calling on the celebrated physician.