DR. JONATHAN. It will be time enough to tell them when we do put it across.
MINNIE. But we're going to,—that is, you're going to.
DR. JONATHAN. You're too modest, Minnie.
MINNIE. Me modest! But what makes me sore is that they don't give you a chance to put this thing across. Dr. Senn's a back number, and if they're sick they come here and expect you to cure 'em for nothing.
DR. JONATHAN. But they can't complain if I don't cure them.
MINNIE. And half the time they ain't sick at all,—they only imagine it.
DR. JONATHAN. Well, that's interesting too,—part of a doctor's business. It's pretty hard to tell in these days where the body ends and the soul begins.
MINNIE. It looks like you're cutting out the minister, too. You'd ought to be getting his salary.
DR. JONATHAN. Then I'd have to do his job.
MINNIE. I get you—you'd be paid to give 'em all the same brand of dope. You wouldn't be free.