The doctor was quite helpless.
"Oh, Susan, Susan," he gasped.

"That I should live to hear you swear." "I am sorry," said Susan in real distress, "that I used such an expression before two young girls.

But I said that beast was darned, and darned it is.

It belongs to Old Nick." "Do you expect it will vanish some of these days with a bang and the odour of brimstone, Susan ?" "It will go to its own place in due time and that you may tie to," said Susan dourly, shaking out her raddled bones and going to her oven.

"I suppose my plunking down like that has shaken my cake so that it will be as heavy as lead." But the cake was not heavy.