"
"What about?"
"Why, ole Doc Gurney was up at the office this morning awhile--"
"To look at your hand? How's he say it's doin'?"
"Fine! Well, he went in and sat around with Bibbs awhile--"
Mrs. Sheridan nodded pessimistically. "I guess it's time you had
him, too. I KNEW Bibbs--"
"Now, mamma, hold your horses! I wanted him to look Bibbs over
BEFORE anything's the matter. You don't suppose I'm goin' to take
any chances with BIBBS, do you? Well, afterwards, I shut the door,
and I an' ole Gurney had a talk. He's a mighty disagreeable man;
he rubbed it in on me what he said about Bibbs havin' brains if he
ever woke up. Then I thought he must want to get something out
o' me, he go so flattering--for a minute! 'Bibbs couldn't help havin'
business brains,' he says, 'bein' YOUR son. Don't be surprised,' he
says--'don't be surprised at his makin' a success,' he says. 'He
couldn't get over his heredity; he couldn't HELP bein' a business
success--once you got him into it. It's in his blood. Yes, sir'
he says, 'it doesn't need MUCH brains,' he says, 'an only third-rate
brains, at that,' he says, 'but it does need a special KIND o'
brains,' he says, 'to be a millionaire.
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