“Pshaw! There’s a lot of ’em comes in here more scared than hurt, missy. Never throw a scare till you’ve had a examination. For all you know you got hay fever, eh! Hay fever!” And he laughed as though to salve his words.
“I—got all them things on the red-printed list, I tell you. I—I got ’em all, night sweats and all. I—I got ’em.”
“Sure you got ’em, missy; but that don’t need to mean nothin’ much.”
“I got ’em, I tell you.”
“Losin’ weight?”
“Feel.”
He inserted two fingers in her waistband.
“Huh!”
“You a doctor?”
He performed a great flourish.