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But, what I say is, start well, and stay well, and don't werry. You tell your patients that, and fust thing you know you won't have any." "A singularly ignorant person, this Mr. Butters!" said Miss Phoebe. "I don't know!" said the young doctor. "I'm not so sure about that. I know it would be a bad thing for the medical profession if his ideas were generally taken up.
The Report of the last Committee had been signed by the Honorable, late of , as Chairman. Butters, of a neighboring town, who was to make the prayer before the Exercises of the Exhibition, and two or three notabilities of Rockland, with geoponic eyes, and glabrous, bumpless foreheads.
"I should know you, too, anywhere, Mis' Tree!" responded Mr. Butters, heartily. "I'm rejoicin' glad to see ye." "You wear well, Ithuriel," said Mrs. Tree, kindly. "If you would cut all that mess of hair and beard, you would be a good-looking man still; but I didn't come here to talk to you." She turned to Geoffrey in some excitement. "I'll speak right out," she said.
Eventually it finished up in the hands of Brigadier Butters; he seemed satisfied and gave the go-ahead to modify one of the existing barriers. The most suitable one was close to the DO and this we decided to modify.
"'Add fifteen to that, says he, 'and you have it. Eighty-five year last Jenooary. You are under thirty, I reckon? Thought so! Well, I was gettin' on for sixty year old when you was born. See? "I did see, but I wasn't going to give in yet. 'Did you ever study medicine, Mr. Butters? I said. "'Study medicine?
He and the rest of the hands had followed in hope of further excitement. "Well, then, Angus, will you help me home? Will you take the barrel, and see that Butters doesn't gnaw out on the way?" Red Angus picked up the barrel and carried it carefully in front of him, head up, that the sly old woodchuck might not steal a march on him.
On the night of Friday last, as I sat in the servants' hall after supper, the young woman, Ellen Butters, my lady's London maid, came screeching downstairs like a creature gone mad, that my lady was murdered, and frightened us all out of our senses. As she was always a flighty young person, I didn't believe her. I ordered her to be quiet, and tell us what she meant.
"Wal, there's all kinds of fools," said Mr. Butters. "Got the teethache?" "Toothache? no! why?" "Thought you hollered as if ye had. How would you go to work to cure the teethache now, s'posin' you had it?" "I should go to a dentist, and let him cure it for me."
Swore it was the electricity; said he swallered it, and it got into his system and cured him. What do you say to that, young feller? "'It's an experiment I never tried, said I. 'I'm not going to commit myself, Mr. Butters. But that's a good story. "'Hold on! said he; 'that ain't all.
"You have no fever!" she said. "You are flushed and restless, but Doctor Strong, this is convalescence!" "Is that what you call it?" said Geoffrey. "Feelin' real smart, be ye?" asked Mr. Ithuriel Butters. "Wal, I'm pleased to hear it." Mr. Butters sat in the young doctor's second armchair, and looked at him with friendly eyes.
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