Dr. F. (Impatiently.) No, fill Patsy’s cup. Don’t you see it’s empty. (Patsy drinks.) How do you feel now?
Patsy. Better already, doctor.
Dr. F. Have another! There’s nothing like tea. Why, it will cure every ill that flesh is heir to. Norah, fill his cup.
Norah. I’m pourin’ as fast as I can, sir. What a dale o’ tea he do hold.
Patsy. (Handing back cup.) Very nice tea, Norah.
Norah. I could do a dale betther with plenty o’ tay and more time.
Dr. F. Norah, why don’t you fill his cup instead of talking. (During this drinking the people at the door enter and look on with increasing astonishment.) How do you feel now, Patsy?
Patsy. Much better, sir.
Dr. F. Head clearer?
Patsy. Well, it’s not as thick as putty an’ it’s not as clear as a June mornin’.