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Part I
"Take your medicine, sir," said Koppel, the servant.
"No!" said Mr. Ellsworth. "But it's good for you, sir." "No!"
"It's doctor's orders." "No!"
When the doctor came, Koppel told him, "I can't do a thing with him. He won't take 'his medicine. He doesn't want me to read to him. He hates the radio. He doesn't like anything."
Doctor Caswell received the information with his usual professional calm. The old gentleman was quite well for a man of seventy-six. But he had to be kept from buying things. This was a kind of mania with him. He bought everything he saw — cars, horses, factories. His money was disappearing quickly. It was necessary to get him so interested in something that he would forget business.
Mr. Ellsworth was sitting in a chair. He turned to answer the doctor's cheerful greeting.
The doctor sat down next to the old man. "I've got something to suggest," he said cheerfully.
"What is it, more medicine, more
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