Charry:
Again, for the bills again I say,
I'll bear all to pay.
You want it by cheque or cash?
For what is to many white is to few ash.
Doctor:
But methink you're a student,
Perhaps in your education fervent.
Or perhaps one of those athletes,
That gets golds with their millets.
Chaffy:
Spare that Doc, and get on going with the treatment.
Get her off in a jiffy, the state of unconsciousness.
Doctor:
I'll love to have the money in cash.
For such are like cloth-praising starch.
Chaffy:
What cost is it Doc?
Doctor:
Just a $300 dol'!
(He pays)
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