"Well, I believe you are right about that, doctor. But that don't make ten times."
"You have not forgotten, of course, the night he told you he had swallowed a pin?"
"No, indeed," said the father, turning pale. "Do you think there is any danger to be apprehended from its working its way into the heart, doctor?"
"None at, all, I should think. And you remember"—
"Never mind, doctor, I suppose you are right about that. But how can ten visits make one hundred and fifty dollars?"
"They will make fifty, though, and that is one-third of the bill."
"You don't pretend to charge five dollars a visit, though, doctor?"
"For all visits after ten o'clock at night, we are allowed by law to charge five dollars."
"Outrageous!"
"Would you get up out of your warm bed after midnight, turn out in a December storm, and walk half a mile for five dollars?"