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I declare you are the most provoking creature I ever knew. You'll have to go to the store and get some. "'I'm not fit to be seen in the street, she would in all probability have replied. "And then I, losing all patience, would have soundly scolded her, and gained nothing but a sick-headache, perhaps, for my pains. Tea, in all probability, would have been served at about eight o'clock.
I have heard women say many times, "Nothing in the world will bring a sick-headache on so quickly as wearing a shoe that hurts my feet." The oft repeated words have led me to watch my pupils in this respect carefully, and to study shoes and their effects, as among the evils which certainly ought not to be charged to brain-work, per se, nor to our school system, in general.
And even my wrongs are not such as to justify my forcing myself upon the painful privacy of a sick-headache. How much the better am I then than I was before my late expedition?
And I guess it's a good twenty-five years since we've had a line from her." She laughed a little hysterically, dabbing her eyes with her handkerchief. "I don't s'pose I'm crying because she's dead, seeing I took it for granted that she'd passed away years ago. And yet all the time to leave me her money. Ain't life the funniest mix-up. Yesterday I couldn't have afforded so much as a sick-headache.
So it very often happens that the man who has gone to bed an angel, feeling as if all sin were forever vanquished, and he himself immutably grounded in love, may wake the next morning with a sick-headache, and, if he be not careful, may scold about his breakfast like a miserable sinner.
They havn't finished the front and back chambers. And what is worse, Ann has gone away sick, and Hannah is in bed with a real or pretended sick-headache." "Oh, dear!" I ejaculated, involuntarily. "Now, a'nt things in a pretty way?" "I think they are," I replied, and then asked, "what are you going to do?" "I have sent John for old Jane, who helped us to clean house last spring.
People have walked in dreams, and others have done acts while under the influence of waking sleep, for which they were scarcely responsible. It is enough to say that at three o'clock that afternoon Josephine Harris was aroused from the sound slumber by which her sick-headache was being rapidly cured once more to receive the young girl, whom she had little expected to see so soon.
"Juniper-berry tea is good for sick-headache," said Miss Ophelia; "at least, Auguste, Deacon Abraham Perry's wife, used to say so; and she was a great nurse." "I'll have the first juniper-berries that get ripe in our garden by the lake brought in for that special purpose," said St.
Neither asked more, for both felt, beyond a doubt, that there might have been confidences in that conversation, too sacred to be revealed to other ears. The sick-headache did come, as it had promised; and Joe Harris, her temples bathed with cologne by the willing hands of little Susy, went up to an enforced siesta in her little bed-room.
Will you take my hand, and let me guide you?" She did so unhesitatingly, but her fingers were cold, and he could feel the twitching of her nerves. "You are frightened not of me, surely?" "Oh, no!" a slight catch in her voice, "but I am running such a risk venturing here. I I had to pretend a sick-headache to get away. You must not condemn me until you hear why I came." "I condemn?
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