6/6 I came as near as anything to getting drowned you saw that yourself; and do you call this inconvenience ?--the room shut up as tight as a drum, and so hot the mosquitoes are trying to get out; and a cold in the head, and dying for sleep and no chance to get any--on account of this infamous medicine that that assassin prescri--" "There, you're sneezing again. I'm going down and mix some more of this truck for you, dear.". |