"Well, Uncle Mark, how goes it to-day?" asked Homer Bulson, on walking in.
"Not very well, Homer," was the feeble answer.
"Uncle Mark had quite a bad attack about two hours ago," put in Gertrude Horton. "I had to send for the doctor."
"Wasn't he here this morning?"
"Yes, but I thought best to have him again," answered the girl.
"That's right."
"The doctor seems to do me small good," put in the invalid, in a feeble voice. "He doesn't seem to understand my case at all."
"He is one of the best physicians in New York," answered Homer Bulson.
"So you said before, Homer. Well, I doubt if I ever get any better."