"Well, Nathan, how do you feel?"
"I feel right tol'ble, boss."
"Have you had any nourishment?"
"Yassir."
"What did you have?"
"A lady done gimme a piece of glass ter suck, boss."
HAD HAD TREATMENT
He was a mine-sweeper, and, home on leave, was feeling a bit groggy. He called to see a doctor, who examined him thoroughly.
"You're troubled with your throat, you say?" said the doctor.
"Aye, aye, sir," said the sailor.