human
Doc! My dog! You know 'm.
gpt
I'll get him for you, Doctor Emory consented quickly.
human
What's the address?
gpt
Room eight-seven, Clay street, the Bowhead Lodging House, you know the place, entrance just around the corner from the Bowhead Saloon. Have 'm sent out to me wherever they put me--will you?
human
Certainly I will, said Doctor Emory,
gpt
You bet, Cocky! Send 'm both along, please, sir.
human
My! said Miss Judson, that evening, at dinner with a certain young interne of St. Joseph's Hospital.
gpt
That Doctor Emory is a wizard. No wonder he's successful. Think of it! Two filthy lepers in our office to- day! One was a coon. And he knew what was the matter the moment he laid eyes on them. He's a caution. When I tell you what he did to them with his cigar! And he was cute about it! He gave me the wink first. And they never dreamed what he was doing. He took his cigar and . . .