But Kenelm said she'd got to have her lungs sounded right off, and he guessed they'd have to use a deep-sea lead, 'cause that cough seemed to come from the foundations.

He waylaid the doctor after the examination was over and asked all kinds of questions.
The doctor tried to keep a straight face, but I guess Kenelm smelt a rat.
"Anyway, Hannah coughed for a day or two more, and then her brother come totin' in a big bottle of med'cine.
"'There!' he says.

'That'll fix you!' "'Where'd you get it ?' says she.
"'Down to Henry Tubman's,' he says.
"'Henry Tubman! What on earth! Why, Henry Tubman's a horse doctor!' "'I know he is,' says Kenelm, solemn as a roostin' pullet, 'but we've been fishin' with the wrong bait.

'Tain't consumption that's ailin' you, Hannah; you've got the heaves.' "So Hannah didn't cough much more, 'cause, when she did, Kenelm would trot out the bottle of horse med'cine, and chuck overboard a couple of barrels of sarcasm.

She tried openin' all the windows, sayin' she needed fresh air, but he locked himself up in the kitchen and filled that so full of smoke that you had to navigate it by dead reckonin'-- couldn't see to steer.