He was just then seated on the throne, a spotlessly clean wooden case, and they both laughed at her finding him in this position.

Well, one knows what an invalid is.

He squatted there like a pope with his cheek of earlier days.

Oh! he was better, as he could do this.
"And the pneumonia ?" inquired the laundress.
"Done for!" replied he.

"They cured it in no time.