'Mr.Perkins,' said she, 'there's something the matter with my child; I'm sure there is, though he won't own it.

He has lost his appetite--had a headache last night.' 'Nothing the matter, ma'am,' says I; 'wish you'd think more of yourself.' "These mothers are silly, anxious, poor creatures.

Nater, sir, Nater--wonderful thing--Nater!--Here we are." And the apothecary knocked at the private door of a milliner and hosier's shop..