With this good-hearted, though misguided man, and his amiable, but weak-minded wife, I had kept up an intimacy that in time ripened into genuine friendship.

On every Sunday night, and sometimes oftener, I took supper with them, and discussed with Mrs.Strong the important questions of our descent from the lost Tribes and whether or no the lupus from which she suffered was the result of vaccination in infancy.
Owing to a press of patients, to whom I was obliged to attend, I was not able to receive Mr.Strong for nearly half an hour.
"Things are a bit different from what they used to be, doctor," he said as he entered the room looking much the same as ever, with the exception that now even his last hairs had gone, leaving him completely bald, "there's six more of them waiting there, and all except one can pay a fee.

Yes, the luck has turned for you since you were called in to attend cobbler Samuels' children, and you haven't seen the top of it yet, I can tell you.

Now, what do you think I have come to see you about ?" "Can't say.

I give it up." "Then I will tell you.