"I believe you. Peter, another chop, please."
"With your foot, Massa Joe?" remonstrated the butler.
"No. With my roll and fresh cup of coffee," was the retort.
"Excuse me, Massa Joe, but you told me last time that next time I was to remember you 'bout the doctor saying 'no meat with the gout.'"
"Doctors know little. I'm hungry. If I've got to suffer I might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb. I've already eaten two chops. Another, Peter, and a juicy one."
The order was obeyed, though the old negro knew that soon he would be reprimanded as much for yielding to his master's whim as he had already been for opposing it.
"Doctor Mack knows everything," said Josephine.
"Huh! Everybody belonging to you is perfect, I conclude," said the host, with some sarcasm.
"I don't like him, though. Not very well. He gives me medicine sometimes, though
