"Indigestion! Them doughnuts most likely. You et 'em in a hurry," was Eleazer's tranquil reply. "Want a soda mint? I most generally carry some in my pocket."
"No. I—I—I think it's my heart."
"Heart—nothin'. It's just plain indigestion—that's what it is. I often have it. Don't think 'bout it an' 'twill go away. Put your mind on somethin' pleasanter—the arrestin' of Heath."
"That ain't pleasanter."
"Wal, think of somethin' that is then. Anything. An' while you're thinkin', be walkin' towards the house. You can think as well walkin' as settin' still, I reckon."
"I don't believe I can."
"Wal, try it, anyhow."
Eleazer had a compelling personality. Under the force of his will, Elisha found his own weaker one yielding.
He got up and, dragging one foot after the other, moved toward the house.