Wid. D. Hain’t it more like the very oh lord. My Doodle had that. And oh, Doodle, Doodle, shan’t I never see your linement again? Oh how much sickness puts me in mind of him, and health, and everything. Oh Doodle, would it have been a confort to you to have lived to see how your widder mourned for you. Samantha can’t I help you? I know you have got the very oh lord, and oh, how much that disease makes me think of Doodle.
Miss G. Dr. Bombus, hain’t it the tizick?
Dr. B. No; you can’t fool me on diseases; I have never had my dognoses disputed. The other Dr. in Jonesville was called in the other day to a plain case of ganders; he called it gallopin’ consumption. The minute I sot my eyes on the man I said ganders. And this is a clear case of zebra smilen marcellus. Good landlord, you can’t fool me on the zebra.
Sam. That is a disease I never made no calculations on havin’. Where does the zebra generally tackle folks?
Dr. B. Wall, people generally have it in the posterity part of the brain; but you seem to have it in the foot. Now if I can only keep it in the foot, keep it from the brain, I can help you.
Sam. The disease is a perfect stranger to me; do folks ever get over the zebra?
Dr. B. They do when I doctor them; but you must follow my directions close. Take this decoction of squills, nox vomica, visa versa—excuse dead language—take 40 drops every half hour till relief is felt and experienced. (Doctor bows to Samantha and stalks out)
Miss G. I know it is the tizick. Tirzah Ann, give me a piece of paper and a pencil; this will make a item.
Wid. D. Oh, how much that pencil makes me think of Doodle.
Sam. What is the matter, Josiah?