"What's in this butter ?" "Lord! you haven't eaten any of that.

Why, I put carbolic acid in it." "Oh--oh--oh--I'm poisoned! I ate nearly all of it! Oh--I'm burning up! I'm dying!" With that I began to moan and rock to and fro and hold my stomach.
Consternation preceded shock.

But in the excitement of the moment, Wallace--who, though badly scared, retained his wits made for me with a can of condensed milk.

He threw me back with no gentle hand, and was squeezing the life out of me to make me open my mouth, when I gave him a jab in his side.

I imagined his surprise, as this peculiar reception of his first-aid-to-the-injured made him hold off to take a look at me, and in this interval I contrived to whisper to him: "Joke! Joke! you idiot! I'm only shamming.