"You make me sick enough to kill.

Touch up your nag and hustle me to Doc.

You can't get me there quick enough to suit me." At the hospital she faced Doctor Carey.

"I think likely some of my innards has got to be cut out and mended," she said.

"I'll jest take a few minutes of your time to examination me, and see what you can do." In the private office she held the letters toward the doctor.