"Grab the winkers of your upper eyelid in your right hand——"
"I've got 'em."
"Now grab the winkers of your lower eyelid in your left hand. Now raise the right hand, push the under lid under the overlid and haul the overlid over the underlid; when you have the overlid well over the under——"
Wellington waved him away: "Say, what do you think I'm trying to do? stuff a mattress? Get out of my way. I want my wife—lead me to my wife."
"An excellent idea," said Dr. Temple, who had been praying for a reconciliation.
He guided Wellington with difficulty to the observation room and, finding Mrs. Wellington at the desk as usual, he began: "Oh, Mrs. Wellington, may I introduce you to your husband?"
Mrs. Wellington rose haughtily, caught a sight of her suffering consort and ran to him with a cry of "Jimmie!"
"Lucretia!"
"What's happened—are you killed?"
"I'm far from well. But don't worry. My life insurance is paid up."