'Worse.'
'Poultice again.'
Lastly, when the finger was at length cured, the doctor even went so far as to compliment his patient.
'Better?' he asked.
'Quite well.'
'Good. You are the most sensible woman I ever met. Good-day.'
WHAT INSECTS LOVE.
love,' said a Beetle,
'The Buttercups all.'
'And I,' quoth a Fly,
'Like the Daisies small.'
But a Humble Bee
Said, 'As for me,
My love is true
To the Cornflowers blue,
And Violets hid by a moss-grown wall.'