A young mother paying a visit to her doctor, made no attempt to restrain her five*-year-*old son, who was ransacking an adjoining treatment room. But finally an extra-*loud clatter of bottles did prompt her to say, “I hope, doctor, you don’t mind Billy being in your examining room.”
“No,” said the doctor calmly. “He’ll be quiet in a moment when he gets to the poisons.”
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