range of diseases to be cured by one and the same prescription."

"Oh, we've got other proprietaries, too," she assured him with her
pretty air of partnership. "There's the Stomachine, and the headache
powders and the Relief Pills and the liniment; Dr. Surtaine runs 'em
all, and every one's a winner. Not that I keep much track of 'em. We
only handle the Certina correspondence in our room. I know what that
can do. Why, I take Certina myself when there's anything the matter with
me."

"Do you?" said Hal, much interested. "Well, you're certainly a living
testimonial to its efficacy."

"All the people in the shop take it. It's a good tonic, even when you're
all right."

The listener felt his vague uneasiness soothed. If those who were
actually in the business had faith in the patent medicine's worth, it
must be all that was claimed for it.

"I firmly believe," continued the little loyalist, "that the Chief has
done more good and saved more lives than all the doctors in the country.
I'd trust him further than any regular doctor I know, even if he doesn't
belong to their medical societies and all that. They're jealous of him;
that's what's the matter with them."

"Good for you!" laughed Hal, feeling his doubts melt at the fire of her
enthusiasm. "You're a good rooter for the business."

"So's the whole shop. I guess your father is the most popular employer