“‘Terribly dhry in the mouth,’ says I.
“‘But your bones,’ says he; ‘how’s them?’
“‘As if cripples was kicking me,’ says I.
“Well, with that he wint away, and brought back two powders.
“‘Take them,’ says he, ‘and you’ll be cured in no time.’
“‘What’s them?’ says I.
“‘They’re ematics,’ says he.
“‘Blood and ages!’ says I, ‘are they?’
“‘Devil a lie,’ says he; ‘take them immediately.’
“And I tuk them; and would you believe me, Mister Charles?—it’s thruth I’m telling you,—devil a one o’ them would stay on my stomach. So you see what a docther he is!”