I serenade it and talk to it, and then it talks back to me." "Indeed, indeed?
What does it say ?" "What I want to hear." "Well, well!" The doctor stretched himself and stamped his foot repeatedly.

"Better come along and take a drive with me.

You can take the time off that he allowed for the examination, and--" "Not at all," said Bibbs.

"I'm going to stand by my old zinc-eater till five o'clock.

I tell you I LIKE it!" "Then I suppose that's the end of your wanting to write." "I don't know about that," Bibbs said, thoughtfully; "but the zinc-eater doesn't interfere with my thinking, at least.