It was sweet till her teeth went into it, when out rolled the little ball upon the floor.
"O, my shole! How bitter!" groaned she, wiping her mouth on a lace cuff.
"'Spect that's a pill, and they cooked it in sugar; but I shan't eat it." "Little daughter, what are you doing there?
Mustn't meddle with other folks' things." Dr.Moonshine sneezed as he spoke, having breathed some of the "dust of ages" into his nose off a top shelf, where Mrs.Fixfax kept a few herbs.

Ten minutes more.

The doctor stepped down from the chair-back on which he had been standing, and gazed hard at his landlady.

She was turning the sixteenth page.
"My Lady Magnifico!" "Sir ?" "My lady, do you happen to have such a thing as a peanut in your pocket ?" My lady shook the cat out of the armchair, and seated herself.
"It isn't polite to carry round peanuts." "I was only thinking," continued the doctor, with a side glance at Mother Hubbard, "how nice a peanut would be to keep anybody from fainting away." Mother Hubbard started from her chair.

"What unfashionable boarders! You don't expect dinner in the middle of the day, I hope! In the city of New York we don't have it till five or six o'clock.