CHAPTER V.
AUNT JANE.
"Lift me up, Phibbs--no, not that way! Confound your awkwardness--do you want to break my back?
There! That's better.

Now the pillow at my head.

Oh--h.

What are you blinking at, you old owl ?" "Are you better this morning, Miss Jane ?" asked the attendant, with grave deference.
"No; I'm worse." "You look brighter, Miss Jane." "Don't be stupid, Martha Phibbs.

I know how I am, better than any doctor, and I tell you I'm on my last legs." "Anything unusual, Miss ?" "Of course.