I went out, wantin' my coat, about a week ago, an' got cowld in the small o' the back; I've a pain in it ever since. Be sittin'." "Is your heart safe? You have no smotherin' or anything upon it?" "Why thin, thank goodness, no; it's all about my back an' my inches." "Divil a thing it is but a complaint they call an alloverness ails you, you shkaimer o' the world wide.