PATSY INDULGES IN EAVESDROPPING Miss Patricia Doyle awakened at daybreak next morning with a throbbing toothache.

She wasn't accustomed to such pains and found it hard to bear.

She tried the application of a hot-water bag, and the tooth ached harder; she tried a cold compress, and it jumped with renewed activity.
So she dressed herself and walked the floor, with the persistent ache as an intimate companion.
She tried to find a cavity in the tooth, but it seemed perfectly sound.
Evidently she had caught cold and the wicked molar was signaling the fact.
To be patient under the torture of a toothache was a virtue Patsy did not possess.

Louise and Beth, to whom she appealed, were sorry for her, but could not relieve the pain.

After breakfast Uncle John ordered her to drive to town and see a dentist.
"Have it pulled, or filled, or something," he said.