"But your side doesn't ache at all?" suggested Æsculapius.
I had forgotten my side altogether.
"Not a bit," said I; and it didn't.
"So far, so good," said the doctor. "Now, my friend, about this throat trouble of yours. Do you think you have diphtheria, or merely toothache?"
I hadn't thought of toothache before, but as soon as the doctor mentioned it, a pang went through my lower jaw, and my larynx seemed all right again.
"Well, doctor," said I, "as a matter of fact, the pain does seem to be in my wisdom teeth."
"So-called," said he, quietly. "More tooth than wisdom, generally. And not in your throat?" continued the doctor.
"Not a bit of it," said I. My throat seemed strong enough for a political campaign in which I was principal speaker. "It's all in my teeth."