Nevius," entreated Carol. "Don't get anything the
matter with your disposition. We don't care where else you collect
them, as long as you keep on making us laugh. But, woodman, spare that
disposition."
Nevius pulled out the note-book and crossed off the notation. "There
it goes again," he muttered. "Women always were a blot on the
escutcheon of scientific progress. Just to oblige you, I've got to
forego the pleasure of making a medical curiosity of myself. Well,
well. Women are all right for domestic purposes, but they sure are a
check on science."
"They are a check on your bank-book, too, let me tell you," said
Barrows quickly. "I never cared how much my wife checked me up on
science, but when she checked me out of three bank-accounts I drew the
line."
"Speaking of death," began Nevius suddenly.
"Nobody spoke of it, and nobody wants to," said Carol.
"Miss Tucker suggests it by the forlornity of her attitude. And since
she has started the subject, I must needs continue. I want to tell you
something funny. You weren't here when Reddy Waters croaked, were you,
Duke? He had the cottage next to mine. I was in bed at the time
with--well, I don't remember where I was breaking out at the time, but
I was in bed.
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