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The same author speaks of a gentleman under treatment for stricture who could not eat figs without experiencing the most unpleasant formication of the palate and fauces. The fine dust from split peas caused the same sensation, accompanied with running at the nose; it was found that the father of the patient suffered from hay-fever in certain seasons.
Anyhow I get the advice. "I think," I said carelessly, wishing to break it to her as gently as possible, "I think I have hay-fever." "Nonsense," said Beatrice. That annoyed me. Why shouldn't I have hay-fever if I wanted to? "If you're going to begrudge me every little thing," I began. "You haven't even got a cold." As luck would have it a sneeze chose that moment for its arrival. "There!"
Beecher was invited to one of the preliminary meetings held during the summer and thus replied: "I can not come to Syracuse, much as I should like to, for I am, from the middle of August, a victim of ophthalmic catarrh, often called hay-fever or hay cold, which unfits me for any serious duty except that of sneezing and crying.
Some of the commoner flowers and their meaning in courtship are as follows: Fringed Gentian "I am going out to get a shave. Back at 3:30." Poppy "I would be proud to be the father of your children." Golden-rod "I hear that you have hay-fever." Tuberose "Meet me Saturday at the Fourteenth Street subway station." Blood-root "Aunt Kitty murdered Uncle Fred Thursday."
I said triumphantly. "Why, my dear boy, if you had hay-fever you'd be sneezing all day." "That was only a sample. There are lots more where that came from." "Don't be so silly. Fancy starting hay-fever in September." "I'm not starting it. I am, I earnestly hope, just finishing it. If you want to know, I've had a cold all the summer." "Well, I haven't noticed it."
"They might know that you couldn't possibly have hay-fever." I sat up suddenly and spoke to Beatrice. "Why on earth SHOULDN'T I have hay-fever?" I demanded. "Have you any idea what hay-fever is? I suppose you think I ought to be running about wildly, trying to eat hay or yapping and showing an unaccountable aversion from dried grass?
"Sure to," said Beatrice. "Yes. That makes us a little thoughtful; we don't want to over-do this thing." I went on reading the instructions. "You know, it's rather odd about my hay-fever it's generally worse in town than in the country." "But then you started so late, dear. You haven't really got into the swing of it yet."
"It has to be," said Margaret. "The hay-fever is his chief objection against living here, but he thinks it worth while." "Meg, is or isn't he ill? I can't make out." "Not ill. Eternally tired. He has worked very hard all his life, and noticed nothing. Those are the people who collapse when they do notice a thing." "I suppose he worries dreadfully about his part of the tangle." "Dreadfully.
It happened that the old gentleman was then suffering from gout, hay-fever and housemaid's knee. And he liked to talk about his ailments. Living all alone as he did, he had nobody to do his housework. And that, he complained, was the reason why his knee troubled him. Jasper Jay fidgeted about while Mr. Crow was telling him all that and much more concerning his troubles.
"Last week-end?" "No, last May." Beatrice picked up her work again impatiently. I sneezed a third time. "Is this more the sort of thing you want?" I said. "What I say is that you couldn't have had hay-fever all the summer without people knowing." "But, my dear Beatrice, people do know. In this quiet little suburb you are rather out of the way of the busy world.
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