And spassums,--sech spassums! And ketchin' at her throat, 'n' sayin' there was a great ball a risin' into it from her stommick.

One time she had a kind o' lockjaw like.

And one time she stretched herself out 'n' laid jest as stiff as ef she was dead.

And she says now that her head feels as ef a nail had been driv' into it,--into the left temple, she says, and that's what makes her look so distressed now." The Doctor came once more to her bedside.

He saw that her forehead was contracted, and that she was evidently suffering from severe pain somewhere.
"Where is your uneasiness, Myrtle ?" he asked.
She moved her hand very slowly, and pressed it on her left temple.
He laid his hand upon the same spot, kept it there a moment, and then removed it.