"I'd watch and see where he _gets_ 'em," said the little fellow stoutly. "Jimmie Brown said Mr. Blank found their baby down in the woods in an old holler log." The doctor came out, and the little boy looking up at him asked, "Is they any more babies down in the woods?" "Yes, yes, 'the woods is full of 'em,'" laughed the doctor as he drove off leaving the little group quite unsatisfied. When they had gone some distance two wagons appeared on the brow of the hill in front of them. "Hold on, Doctor," shouted the first driver, as the doctor was driving rapidly by, "I want to sell you a watermelon." "Will you take your pay in pills?" "Don't b'lieve I have any use for pills." "Don't want one then, I'm broke this morning," and he passed the second wagon and pulled his horse into the road again. "Wait a minute! _I'll_ trade you a melon for some pills," called the driver. He spread the reins over the dashboard and clambered down; the man in front looked back at him with a grin. "I've got two kinds here, the Cyclone and the Monarch, which would you rather have?" "Oh, I don't care," said the doctor. "Let us have a Monarch, please," said Mary. Monarch was a prettier name than Cyclone, and besides there was no sense in giving so violent a name to so peaceful a thing as a watermelon. So the Monarch was brought and deposited in the back of the buggy. The doctor opened his case. "Take your choice." "What do you call this kind?" "I call that kind Little Devils." "How many of 'em would a feller dare take at once?" "Well, I wouldn't take more than three unless you have a lawyer handy to make your will." "Why, will they hurt me?" "They'll bring the answer if you take enough of 'em." The man eyed the pills dubiously,--"I believe I'll let that kind alone. What kind is this?" "These are podophyllin pills." "Gee, the _name's_ enough to kill a feller." "Well, Morning-Glories is a good name. If you take too many you'll be wafted straight to glory in the morning, and the road will be a little rough in places." "Confound it, Jake," called the first driver, "don't you take _none_ of 'em. Don't monkey with 'em." But Jake had agreed to trade a melon for pills. He held out his big hand. "Pour me out some of them Little Devils. I'll risk 'em." The doctor emptied the small bottle into Jake's hand, replaced it in the case and drove off. "John, why in the world didn't you give him some instructions as to how to take them?" asked Mary, energetically. "He didn't ask me to prescribe for him, my dear. He wanted to trade a watermelon for pills and we traded." "For pity's sake," said Mary indignantly, "and you're going to let that man kill himself while you strain at a point of professional etiquette!" She was gazing back at the unfortunate man. "Don't you worry, he'll be too much afraid of them to hurt himself with them," said the doctor, laughing. "I sincerely hope he will."