"I vant you to eggshammun me, young men. I gut low-spirited."
"Will you show me your tongue, please?" said the doctor pleasantly. But said Mrs. Gluckstein: "Rubbutch!
"Rubbutch!" she repeated. "Vat you vanter see me tongue for? Do I keep me spirits on me tongue, then? I gut low spirits, I tell you, and the indigistions. Vat I vant is a Noirve Tunnuk. Ain't you gut none?"
"I can give you a nerve tonic, of course," assented the doctor. "But don't you think I'd better go through the form of making sure that you need it?"
"But," protested Mrs. Gluckstein, "I told you det I vant id. I gut low spirits. You're a proper, edugatud, respectable duckter, ain't you? Can't you see vat I gut?"
"If you could make it convenient," said the doctor, "to discuss your symptoms, I——"
"Symptums!" echoed Mrs. Gluckstein. "I ain'd gut no symptums. I gut low spirits. It's so simple. And I gut the indigistions—shocking! Vat I reely vant is dem Nelson's Noirve Beans. You know dem, Duckter—vat?"
"I have read about them—in the papers. You 'Try one in your teacup,' don't you?"
"Det's right, Duckter," assented Mrs. Gluckstein. "Dem Nelson's Noirve Beans is vat I reely vant. I gut der same exact sickness vat dey make 'em for: low spirits and indigistions. It's a fine ding dis Nelson's Noirve Beans: vat, Duckter?"
"I don't think I should place great faith in them if I were you. They're made to cure so many things at once, you see."