The baronet in the following story followed nature’s favorite method of
repaying in kind:
James McNeil Whistler, the famous artist, was extravagantly
fond of a French poodle that he owned, says the New York
_Tribune_, and once, when the little dog had some trouble
with his throat, he sent for Sir Morell Mackenzie, the great
throat specialist. Mackenzie was not a bit pleased by being
called in to treat a dog, but he prescribed, nevertheless, and
had a partial revenge by charging a big fee. The next day he
“got even” most effectually by sending for Mr. Whistler in great
haste, and the artist, thinking that he had been summoned on
some matter connected with his beloved poodle, dropt his work
and rushed to Mackenzie’s house. On his arrival, Sir Morell said
very gravely: “How do you do, Mr. Whistler? I wished to see you
about painting my front door.” (Text.)
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