Whenever I threw their medicines away, I was always a little better that day.

I will sacrifice them to you.

It IS a sacrifice.

They are both so kind and chatty, and don't grudge me hieroglyphics; now you do." She sat down and wrote two sweet letters to Dr.Snell and Mr.Wyman, thanking them for the great attention they had paid her; but finding herself getting steadily worse, in spite of all they had done for her, she proposed to discontinue her medicines for a time, and try change of air.
"And suppose they call to see whether you are changing the air ?" "In that case, papa--'not at home.'" The notes were addressed and despatched.
Then Dr.Staines brightened up, and said to Lusignan, "I am now happy to tell you that I have overrated the malady.

The sad change I see in Miss Lusignan is partly due to the great bulk of unwholesome esculents she has been eating and drinking under the head of medicines.