_La! la! la!_ Pharaoh himself can't say where the one begins and the other ends.

Now, don't stand gazing there, looking as silly as a cat in a crocus-coloured robe, as they say in Alexandria; but just let me stick these green things on the place, and in six days you'll heal up as white as a three-year-child.

Never mind the smart of it, lad.

By Him who sleeps at Philae, or at Abouthis, or at Abydus--as our divine masters have it now--or wherever He does sleep, which is a thing we shall all find out before we want to--by Osiris, I say, you'll live to be as clean from scars as a sacrifice to Isis at the new moon, if you'll but let me put it on.
"Is it not so, good folk ?"--and she turned to address some people who, while she prophesied, had assembled unseen by me--"I've been speaking a spell over him, just to make a way for the virtue of my medicine--_la! la!_ there's nothing like a spell.

If you don't believe it, just you come to me next time your wives are barren; it's better than scraping every pillar in the Temple of Osiris, I'll warrant.