"Twice." "Is that so! Well, you never _would_ have had it if you'd been protected with this liqueur of ours.

It's death and burial on influenza," and Brother Eusebius shook the bottle.
"I consider," said Mrs.Portheris solemnly, "that eucalyptus in another form saved my life.

But I inhaled it." "Tho," ventured Brother Demetrius, "tho did I.But the wine ith for internal drinking." "Listen to him! _E_ternal drinking, that's what he means.

You never saw such an old boy for the influenza--gets it every week or so.

How many bottles, madam?
Just a nip, after dinner, and you don't know how poetic it will make you feel into the bargain." "One bottle," replied Mrs.Portheris, "the larger size, please.