Shiner held the light above his head and pushed his face close to Fancy’s, as if the lip had been shown exclusively to himself, upon which Dick pushed closer, as if Shiner were not there at all.
“It is swelling,” said Dick to her right aspect.
“It isn’t swelling,” said Shiner to her left aspect.
“Is it dangerous on the lip?” cried Fancy. “I know it is dangerous on the tongue.”
“O no, not dangerous!” answered Dick.
“Rather dangerous,” had answered Shiner simultaneously.
“I must try to bear it!” said Fancy, turning again to the hives.
“Hartshorn-and-oil is a good thing to put to it, Miss Day,” said Shiner with great concern.
“Sweet-oil-and-hartshorn I’ve found to be a good thing to cure stings, Miss Day,” said Dick with greater concern.
“We have some mixed indoors; would you kindly run and get it for me?” she said.