Mrs. L. (Putting her hand to her head.) Oh, terrible!
Susan. Purty bad way, yeou are. Let me see. There’s catnip,—that ain’t powerful enough; then there’s penny-rial and wormwood, thoroughwort and hy-sup; them won’t do yeou any good; we must try the new grassalogical treatment.
Mrs. L. The grassalogical treatment! What is that?
Aunt M. Hay?
Susan. A new discovery of our larned sister, Dr. Sally Wiggins. The Scripters tell us, “All flesh is grass.” Therefore, when the flesh is weak, what more nat’ral than that we should fly to its great counterpart in nature, the grass?
Aunt M. (Aside.) Talking about counterpanes,—I’d like to show her my new patch-work quilt.
Susan. On this theory Dr. Sally has founded her new treatment; and I think it will be the best thing yeou can try. Take for breakfast every day grass tea; grass greens biled for dinner, with a leetle pork or bacon; grass tea for supper—nothing else, and sleep on the grass nights. If natur’ won’t work a cure in your case, then I’m much mistaken.
Mrs. L. Sleep on the grass? Why, you’re crazy!
Aunt M. Why, I do believe that woman wants to turn our Angelina out to paster, jest like a cow.