"I'm going. Alice, while Quincy runs up to the house to say that you
are not coming home, you come to my room. I've some pretty things to
show you."

As Quincy walked up Walnut Street, he saw a bright light in Dr.
Culver's window. He rang the bell, and the doctor himself came to the
door.

"Is that you, Quincy? Come in."

"Paul, how are you?"

"Fine as silk. Business is good, but I'm doing my best to keep the
undertakers out of a job. Have you read the evening papers?"

"I seldom do. I prefer to wait until morning." "The papers are
rapping you hard for signing that picketing bill, but the labour men
are delighted. You'll run ahead of your ticket sure next fall."

"I'm not going to run. One year is enough."

"Will Evans get the nomination? I won't vote for him. How are your
wife's eyes?"

"All right. She has better vision, now, than I have. We owe you a
great debt of gratitude for sending us to Dr. Tillotson."

"He's a wonder. He told me the other day that he is going to cure
what is called split retina, which has never been done."