This was done, and after his inspection it was reversed.
Patience.—“Thee’lt bump thy nose to look within the hopper.”
Doctor.—“Whew! She doesn’t mind handing you one, does she?”
Mrs. Pollard.—“That’s Patience’s way. She doesn’t think we count for anything.”
Patience.—“The bell-cow doth deem the good folk go to Sabboth house from the ringing of her bell.”
Doctor.—“She evidently thinks we are a conceited lot. Well, I believe she’ll agree with me that you can’t get far in this world without a fair opinion of yourself.”
Patience.—“So the donkey loveth his bray!”
The Doctor’s Wife.—“You can draw her on all you please. I’m going to keep perfectly still.”
Patience.—“Oh, e’en the mouse will have a nibble.”
Mrs. Curran.—“There! She isn’t going to let you off without a little roast. I wonder what she has to say to you.”