How can we tell ..." "The newspaper that spoke of this medicine," Eutrope Gagnon went on, "put it that whenever a person falls sick and is in pain it is always the kidneys; and for trouble in the kidneys these pills here are first-rate.

That is what the paper said, and my brother as well." "Even if they are not for this very sickness," said Tit'Be deferentially, "they are a remedy all the same." "She suffers, that is one thing certain; we cannot let her go on like this." They drew near the bed where the sick woman was moaning and breathing heavily, attempting from time to time to make slight movements which were followed by sharper outcries.
"Eutrope has brought you a cure, Laura." "I have no faith in your cures," she groaned out.

But yet she was ready to look at the little gray pills ever running round in the tin box as if they were alive.
"My brother took some of these three years ago when he had the kidney trouble so badly that he was hardly able to work at all, and he says that they cured him.

It is a fine remedy, Madame Chapdelaine, there is not a question of it!" His former doubts had vanished in speech and he felt wholly confident.

"This is going to cure you, Madame Chapdelaine, as surely as the good God is above us.
It is a medicine of the very first class; my brother had it sent expressly from the States.