He went to the shore to his swimming pool, wearily dropped on the bench, and stared across the water.
"Well thank God it worked, anyway!" he muttered.
"What's that popinjay doing here ?" thundered Doctor Carey.

"Got some medicine that cures everybody.

Going to make her well, is he?
Make the cows, and the ducks, and the chickens, and the shitepokes well, and happy----no name for it! After this we are all going to be well and happy! You look it right now, David! What under Heaven have you done ?" "Left my wife with the man she loves, and to whom I release her, my dear friend," said the Harvester.

"And it's so easy for me that you needn't give making it a little harder, any thought." "David, forgive me!" cried Doctor Carey.

"I don't understand this.