“No,” Hervey Deyo got out feebly, “not bees.”
“But, surely, I’m not mistaken. You are Deyo, the famous bee man.”
Hervey Deyo struggled to muster up vitality enough to cry, “I’m a bird man.” But he could not.
“Come, now,” said the doctor, genially, “won’t you imitate that bee for me?”
Hervey Deyo tried to glare a negative, but had not the strength.
“I’ve heard so much about it,” said the doctor. “And I’ve never heard you do it, you know.”
On a faint ebb of strength, Hervey Deyo managed to say, “Really?”
“No. Never.”
Hervey Deyo with a final effort gathered together all the little, last strength in him.
“It—goes—like—this.