I once knew a little man. He grew every day twenty-four hours older without becoming any taller or larger. This made him unhappy. For he wished very much to be tall and large like other men. He could not bear people saying, good morning, my little man. One day a bright idea came into his mind. He would go to the shoemaker’s and have a pair of high heels put on his shoes. That would make him taller, at least, he thought. And people would stop calling him little man. The shoemaker very kindly set to work. When he had finished and been paid, he said, I hope that I have pleased you and you will call another day. Goodbye, my little man. The little gentleman walked away greatly hurt. The shoemaker did not show much respect for his feelings. It will be different with the doctor. Doctors know everything, he thought, he will open his eyes and greet me by another name.