Mrs. Ruth Harmon heard scratching at the stable door. She looked up from her cow. Her young tomcat was sharpening his claws. "You stop that," she whispered, "you be patient." At the sound of her voice the other cats roused, peering between the log foundations of the barn.

"Then Sims says," this was Mrs. Harmon's sister, Miss Margaret Alien, R.N., speaking from the opposite stable. Miss Alien paused. She had just begun to warm to her favorite topic, her colleague, Alice Sims, and wanted to make certain she had Mrs. Harmon's attention.

"Well," Miss Alien continued, "Sims says to me, "I'll tell you something about that Dr. Huff. He's more than just particular. He's downright queer. Can you imagine," she says, "him taking a bottle of rubbing alcohol out of the glove compartment and wiping the fenders where I touched them?" I felt like saying that I certainly could imagine it with a hussy like herself but I didn't, Ruth. I just said that was Dr. Huffs way, he just happens to be a very neat person, very refined, and Sims says, "Refined," she says, "Don't make me laugh." SAW now! STAND up there, cow!"