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Robert hangs up the desk 'phone and turns to me I catches him smotherin' a smile. "Torchy," says he, "are you a patron of the plastic art?" "Corns, or backache?" says I. "Not plasters," says he; "plastic; in short, sculpture." "Never sculped a sculpin," says I. "What's the joke?"
"I promised him only a dinner," she replied; "nothing was said about its being extra." "Quantity is all I'm thinking of," said Minturn. "I have the sauce which will make it a feast." "Beckon it's gwine on twelve," said Hiram, cocking his eye at the sun. "Hadn't I better feed de critters?" "Ah, old man! own up, now; you've got a backache," said Minturn. "Dere is kin' ob a crik comin' "
I'se got a headache, an' a backache, and a toothache in de boot." I suppose the poor old colored woman meant to say that she had a toothache "to boot." "You see, Mr. Blake, Jane's got a little sumpin to do now, and we can git bread enough, thank the Lord, but as fer coal, that's the hardest of all. We has to buy it by the bucketful, and that's mighty high at fifteen cents a bucket.
There is comfort in not having to consider "whether or not the vacuum cleaner likes to live in the country," or the bread mixer "has a backache," or the electric flatiron desires "an afternoon off to visit its aunt." It is the same satisfaction we feel in urging the automobile to greater speed regardless of the melting heat, the pouring rain, or the number of miles it has already traveled to-day.
Aline replied that it was both backache and headache. She was a steely-faced woman of middle age with gimlet eyes and dank black hair in a ragged fringe. As she spoke she eyed the company at the table with a sort of malicious triumph. "Oh !" exclaimed Miss Clifford, slightly dismayed. "I don't quite like the sound of that do you, doctor?"
"So, for myself," she went on, "I curtsy nine times to the new moon, though the repeated genuflexion is perniciously likely to give me the backache; touch my hat in passing to the magpies; wish when I behold a piebald; and bless my neighbour devoutly if he sneezes."
She cannot study without her eyes fail or she has headache, she cannot get up her own muslins, or sweep a room, or pack a trunk, without bringing on a backache, she goes to a concert or a lecture, and must lie by all the next day from the exertion.
"I want a certificate." "Of what?" "Ill health. Nobody believes I had the smallpox." "You didn't." "Wh-what?" Tom's eyes opened wide. He stared at the girl in hurt surprise. "It was nothing but pimples, Tom." "Pimples!" He spat the word out indignantly, and his round cheeks grew purple. "I I s'pose pimples gave me cramps and chills and backache and palpitation and swellings! Hunh!
I useter to swear by Blick's Backache Pills; but now, I wouldn't have them on me mind. They're no class at all, be this stuff. Give me Simpkins's Red Marvel, every time, an' I don't care if it snows! You try it, Mr. Freydon. I gladly abide by my word of yesterday. The portion of my days here in the bush which I like best is the dawn time.
"That bank is always a beautiful sight; but wait until you have seen the rhododendrons on the long portage." "Where is that at Astor M'Kree's?" asked the young man, whose time was too much occupied to admit of much exploration of the neighbourhood. "No, four miles farther up the river, and the portage is a mile and a half long. Phil and I call it the backache portage," replied Katherine.
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