“Do you want to go with this young upstart, Camilla?” her father asked.
“He is not an upstart,” she said, stoutly.
“Don’t contradict! Answer my question: Do you want to go with this young fellow?”
“Yes.”
“Then go; I wash my hands clean of you. Git!” he shouted.
And they “got.”
“Bollinger,” said a young man to the magnetic healer-of-a-day as they were seated in the former’s comfortable rooms in a hotel, “I heard today that you at one time practiced magnetic healing. Is that true?”
Bollinger glanced at his wife and both broke out into peals of laughter. When they finally calmed down, Bollinger asked, “And did your informer tell you who my first patient was?”
“Your wife,” was the laconic answer. Mr. and Mrs. Bollinger laughed again.