"What I usually uses, Bob," Tom replied, "is a decoction an' a spoon."
"Somebody recommend an axe for this complaint?"
"'Tisn't that, Bob. 'Tis this way. When I haves a job t' do, Bob, I always uses what serves best an' lies handy. That's jus' plain common sense an' cleverness. Well, then, jus' now an axe suits me to a tee. An' so I'm puttin' a good edge on the only axe I got."
"An axe," Bob observed, "will do quick work."
"That's jus' what I thought!" cried Tom, delighted. "Quick an' painless."
"There's jus' one trouble about an axe," Bob went on, dryly, "when used in the practice o' medicine. I never heard it stated—but I fancy 'tis true. What's done with an axe," he concluded, "is hard t' repair."