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Updated: June 9, 2025
"He had a triangular gold filling on one of his front teeth, and he had a way of hanging his head a little to one side, as if he were deaf, but I did not see any scars, excepting a bit of court-plaster on one of the fingers of his right hand." "Was he disguised at all?" "Not a bit, at least I could see no disguise on him." "How did he walk?"
But, thanks to the healing virtues of the balsam which must have adhered to the blade of the axe, and double thanks to the court-plaster with which Orville had supplied himself before leaving home, the wounded leg, by being favored that night and the next day, gave us little trouble.
Here, however, the novelty of boats to convey us to the hotels was an appeal that was irresistible. I resigned myself to a dripping rubber-cased mariner called Joe, and wrapping myself in a shining cloak of the like material, about as suggestive of warmth as court-plaster might have been, took my seat in the stern sheets of his boat.
"Oh, I guess I'll be all right after a bit, Dale," answered the young major, who had a horror of being placed on the sick list. "The knocking around stunned me, that's all." "Let me tie a handkerchief over that cut," said Pepper. "Here, I've got some court-plaster," said Fred, producing a little package. "Let us bind it up with that."
And Joe, the peddler, not knowing the Bunny was in the basket, carried the sweet chap farther and farther away. We must now see what happened to him. Joe, the peddler, stopped at several houses with his big basket of notions. "Any pins? Any needles? Any court-plaster? Any pin cushions needed to-day?" he would ask, as he went to door after door.
What would you think of a nurse who put paint and powder on her patient's face, to cover up a filthy skin disease? What else are you planning to do ... you with your plan to put court-plaster over one pustule in ten million and thinking you are helping cure the patient!
Thus did Eskew Arp on the verge of parting this life render justice. The gate clicked, and Ariel saw Eugene approaching through the shrubbery. One of his hands was bandaged, a thin strip of court-plaster crossed his forehead from his left eyebrow to his hair, and his thin and agitated face showed several light scratches. "I saw you come out," he said. "I've been waiting to speak to you."
"Hush!" said Prudy, for the man with a piece of court-plaster on his cheek was certainly laughing. Mr. Bradley took the bag into another room to weigh it. A boy was in there, drawing molasses. "James," said Mr. Bradley, "run down cellar, and bring up some beer for these young ladies." There was a smile on James's face as he drove the plug into the barrel.
And she showed him a little scrape on her arm the full round arm that was exposed. "Put some court-plaster on that, please." He obeyed. "And now," she said, "before you go I want to put a question to you. Sit round there in front of me, on that low chair, and bring the candles, or one, to the little table. Do you smoke? Yes? That's right I am learning. Take one of these; and here's a light."
"No, precious," answered Mother, snipping around the edges of the court-plaster with the fascinating sharp shears Sunny Boy was forbidden to touch. "A drum, you know, isn't like a person's skin. It can't grow. But I think that if you remember to be careful the drum will last a long time. There you are. My goodness! it makes as much noise as ever, doesn't it?" and Mrs.
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