It's very good for spots but you mustn't smell the bottle.

I smelled the bottle once and it went right up into my head." "What on earth are you talkin' about?
The bottle went up into your head!" "No, the ammonia smell did.

It was awful; like--like--" she paused, evidently in search of a simile; "like sneezin' backwards," she added.
"It was terrible." Isaiah laughed.

"I should think 'twould be," he declared.

"Sneezin' backwards! Ho, ho! That's a good one!" Mary-'Gusta's eyes were still fixed upon the apron.
"Mr .-- I mean Cap'n Gould said you was the cook and steward," she observed.