And there is where he got the blow--_behind his ear_.

It's one of them accidents that you've got to figure out for yourself." "Oh, do something!" Lorraine cried distractedly.

"Never mind now how it happened, or whether he was drunk or not--bring him to his senses first, and let him explain.

If there's whisky, wouldn't that help if he swallowed some now?
And there's medicine for dad's bruises in the house.
I'll get it.

And Swan! Won't you _please_ talk to your mother and tell her we need the doctor ?" Swan drew back.