And, while Leora Duncan was posing for her portrait, into the waitingroom bounded Dr. Hitz himself. He was seven feet tall, and he boomed with importance, accomplishments, and the joy of living.  
"Well, Miss Duncan! Miss Duncan!" he said, and he made a joke. "What are you doing here?" he said. "This isn't where the people leave. This is where they come in!"
 
"We're going to be in the same picture together," she said shyly.
 
"Good!" said Dr. Hitz heartily. "And, say, isn't that some picture?"
 
"I sure am honored to be in it with you," she said.
 
"Let me tell you," he said, "I'm honored to be in it with you. Without women like you, this wonderful world we've got wouldn't be possible."
 
He saluted her and moved toward the door that led to the delivery rooms. "Guess what was just born," he said.
 
"I can't," she said.
 
"Triplets!" he said.
 
"Triplets!" she said. She was exclaiming over the legal implications of triplets.
 
The law said that no newborn child could survive unless the parents of the child could find someone who would volunteer to die. Triplets, if they were all to live, called for three volunteers.
 
"Do the parents have three volunteers?" sa............