The apothecary's wife was a good hearted critter, and it raly made her feel bad to see her old boss used so.
"Don't speak so to her," sez she to the 'pothecary, "she raly looks tired and sick, don't hurt her feelings."
"Humbug," sez the 'pothecary, stretching himself up, and a buttoning his trousers' pocket as pompously as could be, "humbug, what bisness have sewing girls with feelings."
"I was a sewing gal once," sez the 'pothecary's wife.
"Yes—and how did that darned stuck up critter use you, tell me that?" sez he.
The 'pothecary's wife didn't answer; but the minit her husband had gone out she went into the kitchen and took a bowl of ginuine hot tea up to the work room. Miss Josephine Burgess that was, sot on a stool looking as mad as a march hare; she began to sew as soon as the 'pothecary's wife come in, as grouty as could be; but when the kind critter gin her the bowl of tea, and told her it would be good for her head-ache, the poor sewing girl boo-hooed right out a crying.
Jonathan Slick.
[LETTER XVII.]
Jonathan gets Ill and Homesick—Resists all entreaties to go to Washington, and resolves on going back to "the Humstead" with Captain Doolittle.