"Doctor who?" I asked—the name was new to me.
"'Tain't Skill-apius," growled the boy behind, who seemed rather jealous that I had taken no notice of him. "It's Eee-skill-apius."
"Oh," said I, beginning to catch their drift. "Dr. Æsculapius. Is that what you are trying to say?"
"Yassir," said both boys. "Dass de man."
"Well, stop at his office a moment," said I. "I'm feeling a trifle ill."
In a few minutes we drew up before a large door to the right of the corridor before which there hung a shingle marked in large gilt letters:
| ÆSCULAPIUS, M.D. | ||
| Office Hours: 10 to 12. | ||
| Tuesdays. | ||
I knocked at the door and was promptly admitted.
"I wish to see the doctor," said I.