"Out of breath ?" he said.
"Why don't you give him the brandy ?" she answered impatiently.
"Strong lungs," Benjulia proceeded, sitting down cross-legged by Ovid, and administering the stimulant without hurrying himself.

"Some girls would not have been able to speak, after such a run as you have had.

I didn't think much of you or your lungs when you were a baby." "Is he coming to himself ?" Carmina asked.
"Do you know what a pump is ?" Benjulia rejoined.

"Very well; a pump sometimes gets out of order.

Give the carpenter time, and he'll put it right again." He let his mighty hand drop on Ovid's breast.