"I should be poorly off if he was to have a stroke, for he always remembers when I've got to take my doctor's stuff; and I'm taking three sorts now." "There's the 'pills as before' every other night, and the new drops at eleven and four, and the 'fervescing mixture 'when agreeable,'" rehearsed Mr.Pullet, with a punctuation determined by a lozenge on his tongue.
"Ah, perhaps it 'ud be better for sister Glegg if _she'd_ go to the doctor sometimes, instead o' chewing Turkey rhubarb whenever there's anything the matter with her," said Mrs.Tulliver, who naturally saw the wide subject of medicine chiefly in relation to Mrs.Glegg.
"It's dreadful to think on," said aunt Pullet, raising her hands and letting them fall again, "people playing with their own insides in that way! And it's flying i' the face o' Providence; for what are the doctors for, if we aren't to call 'em in?
And when folks have got the money to pay for a doctor, it isn't respectable, as I've told Jane many a time.

I'm ashamed of acquaintance knowing it." "Well, _we've_ no call to be ashamed," said Mr.Pullet, "for Doctor Turnbull hasn't got such another patient as you i' this parish, now old Mrs.Sutton's gone." "Pullet keeps all my physic-bottles, did you know, Bessy ?" said Mrs.
Pullet.

"He won't have one sold.

He says it's nothing but right folks should see 'em when I'm gone.

They fill two o' the long store-room shelves a'ready; but," she added, beginning to cry a little, "it's well if they ever fill three.