Can't you scrape it with a knife, Brady ?" "You must say _doctor_, when you speak to me.

Now, my dear patient, it's best for you to lie on the lounge, and take medicine in the chest.

Poor young lady, we shall be so glad when you get your health all well!--Do you want me to extricate a tooth?
Have you any headache, miss ?" Prudy's voice was low and sympathetic.

"Yes, Dr.Prudy," replied the patient, with a stifled groan; "I've truly got the ache in my head; it pricks through my hair." "I'll tell you the cause of that, my dear patient; I suspect your pillow's made of pin-feathers.

Let me feel your pulse on the back of your hand--your wrist, I mean.