"Doc is simple to throw money away like that," says she.
"Don't worry about that," says I. "He charges double price for surgical visits."
"Well," says she, "with all his faults, Dr. Brown has never had a patient die on his hands."
"Get out," says I, "is that so?"
"Yes," says she. "When he sees that they are doomed, he sends them to a specialist.
"Oh, Walter!" says she. "By the way, are we all out of debt?"
"Thank Heaven, we are," I replied.
"Then let's give a swell dinner."