"You take a couple now and a couple more in half an hour if the ache hasn't stopped." "Bless your heart! Come around inside." He was through the door and in the dimly lit little office behind that secretive partition.

"And here's something else," he continued.

"It's a menthol pencil and you take this cap off--see ?--and rub your forehead with it.

It'll be a help." She swallowed two of the magic wafers with the aid of water from the cooler, and applied the menthol.
"You're a dear," she said, patting his sleeve.

"I feel better already.
Sometimes these things come on me and stay all day." She was still applying the menthol to throbbing temples.