DOCTOR: Do you enjoy your food?
MRS. R.: But if me 'air is fallin' out on that account——
DOCTOR: Are you a hearty eater?
MRS. R.: Of course, Doctor, I on'y want to know what's right.
DOCTOR: You say that your appetite is good?
MRS. R.: I was sayin' about us bein' partial to 'am and so forth, Doctor. If you think I oughter stop it, I kin easy do so. I on'y wanter do what's right. What's your opinion about me, Doctor? You can see I'm very ill.
DOCTOR: I'm giving you some medicine, Mrs. Rafferty—you've brought your bottle, I see—it's a strong tonic, and there are three pills with it, which——
MRS. R.: I forgot to arst you, Doctor. Do you think a drop of stout—as much as you kin get into a egg-cup—would 'urt a little boy of five years old what's got a poverty of 'is blood? There's a neighbour o' mine—a very nice woman—wh——
DOCTOR: About these pills, Mrs. Rafferty: I want you to take one when you get in, one before you go to bed, and one——
MRS. R.: Can I take a little slice of 'am, Doctor, or must I live on slops and that?