I thought you'd like crackers better." "But these are the _mizzerble_ kind, that don't split," said Lady Magnifico, in tragic tones; "I told you so to-day noon." "Stop a minute, Miss Hubbard; my coffee's too sour," cried the youngest, determined to scowl as hard as Dotty did, if it was a possible thing.
The worried landlady passed the sugar, and the small boarder corrected the _sourness_ of her white tea with three teaspoonfuls, heaping measure.
"My little Toddlekins is eating nothing." said the doctor.

"I hope her red cheeks don't indicate fever." "There's great quantities of sickness just now among children," said Lady Magnifico, crooking her little finger genteelly.

"_Nervous Exhaustation_ is going about." "Nervous what, my lady ?" "_Exhaustation_.

I am well acquainted with a lady in the first society that had it dreadfully.

She called in twenty-five doctors, if my memory _preserves_ me right; and _then_ she like to died." "You know it for a fact, my lady?
I hope it won't come here (or the doctors either).