human
There's Jerry Mitchell punching the bag.
gpt
Eh?
human
I only said I could hear Jerry Mitchell in the gymnasium.
gpt
Yes, he's there.
human
Uncle Peter.
gpt
Eh?
human
Did Jerry Mitchell ever tell you about that friend of his who keeps a dogs' hospital down on Long Island somewhere? I forget his name. Smithers or Smethurst or something. People--old ladies, you know, and people--bring him their dogs to be cured when they get sick. He has an infallible remedy, Jerry tells me. He makes a lot of money at it.
gpt
Money? Pett, the student, became Pett, the financier, at the magic word.
human
There might be something in that if one got behind it. Dogs are fashionable. There would be a market for a really good medicine.
gpt
I'm afraid you couldn't put Mr. Smethurst's remedy on the market. It only works when the dog has been overeating himself and not taking any exercise.
human
Well, that's all these fancy dogs ever have the matter with them. It looks to me as if I might do business with this man. I'll get his address from Mitchell.
gpt
It's no use thinking of it, uncle Peter. You couldn't do business with him--in that way. All Mr. Smethurst does when any one brings him a fat, unhealthy dog is to feed it next to nothing--just the simplest kind of food, you know--and make it run about a lot. And in about a week the dog's as well and happy and nice as he can possibly be.
human
Oh,
gpt
Why I mentioned Mr. Smethurst, she said,
human
It's a shame he can't have a week or two of it!
gpt
It would do him good, wouldn't it?