He is the son of Colonel Cameron of Transvaal fame, killed while leading a charge.

Dick has done awfully well in the medical, passed all necessary exams, and taken every possible degree.

He is now looking out for a practice, and meanwhile a big man in London has sent him out to investigate one of these queer water friction cures--professes to cure cataract and cancer and every known disease, by simply sitting you in a tub, and rubbing you down with a dish-cloth.
Dick Cameron says--Hullo! Why are we talking of Dick Cameron?
I thought I was telling you about the 'cello." "You are telling me about the 'cello," said Aubrey, quietly.

"But in order to arrive at the 'cello we had to hear about your visit to the publishers with your mass of manuscript, which resulted from having acquired in Central Africa the useful habit of not needing more than half an hour of sleep in the twenty-four; which, possibly, Dick Cameron did not consider sufficient.

Doctors are apt to be faddy in such matters.