"Will you kindly let me look at the out-of-town paper you have, Herring?"asked the doctor.

"Certainly," exclaimed Herring, taking the paper to the desk.

"When was your poem published, Sheldon?"

"Two months ago."

"And this paper is a fortnight aged. You say you got it this afternoon?"to Herring, whom was on his way to his seat.

"Yes, but they occasionally come late or two or three together. Afriend sends them to me."

"Have you the paper containing the poem handy, Percival?" askedthe doctor. "Would you kindly fetch it?"