He's a fine lad Turkey!" "Indeed he is, father!" I cried with a gasp which betrayed my suffering.
"What is the matter, my boy ?" he asked.
"Lift me up a little, please," I said, "I have _such_ a pain in my side!" "Ah!" he said, "it catches your breath.

We must send for the old doctor." The old doctor was a sort of demigod in the place.

Everybody believed and trusted in him; and nobody could die in peace without him any more than without my father.

I was delighted at the thought of being his patient.

I think I see him now standing with his back to the fire, and taking his lancet from his pocket, while preparations were being made for bleeding me at the arm, which was a far commoner operation then than it is now.
That night I was delirious, and haunted with bagpipes.