"If I was you I'd be toted in on a bed so they can see you're all ready for the funeral.
Might have the doctor walkin' ahead, wipin' his eyes, and the joyful undertaker trottin' along astern.

What's the particular disease that's got you by the collar just now--facial paralysis ?" "No.

What made you think of that ?" "Oh, nothin'! Only I heard you stopped in at ten houses up to the west end of the town yesterday, and talked three quarters of an hour steady at everyone.

That would fit me for the scrap heap inside of a week, and you've been goin' it ever since September nearly.

What does ail you--anything ?" "Why, no; nothin' special that way.