"My bill-of-fare is very limited, you know, owing to my--my condition; and so I carry my food-tablets around with me, wherever I go, and eat them in my own room." "Food-tablets!" cried Patsy, horrified.
"Yes.

They are really wafers--very harmless--and I am permitted to eat nothing else." "No wonder your stomach is bad and you're a living skeleton!" asserted the girl, with scorn.
"My dear," said Uncle John, gently chiding her, "we must give Mr.Jones the credit for knowing what is best for him." "Not me, sir!" protested the boy, in haste.

"I'm very ignorant about--about health, and medicine and the like.

But in New York I consulted a famous doctor, and he told me what to do." "That's right," nodded the old gentleman, who had never been ill in his life.

"Always take the advice of a doctor, listen to the advice of a lawyer, and refuse the advise of a banker.