Short cake is life, ma'am.

Sad thing this.

They'll open their eyes, I promise you, down in the town.

'Twill be cool enough, I'd shay, affre all th-thunr-thunnle, you know.

I think I'll take a nip, Mrs.Jool-fr, if you wouldn't mine makin' me out a thimmle-ful bran-band-bran-rand-andy, eh, Mishs Joolfr ?" And the Doctor took a chair by the fire; and Mrs.Julaper, with a dubious conscience and dry hospitality, procured the brandy-flask and wine-glass, and helped the physician in a thin hesitating stream, which left him ample opportunity to cry "Hold--enough!" had he been so minded.
But that able physician had no confidence, it would seem, in any dose under a bumper, which he sipped with commendation, and then fell asleep with the firelight on his face--to tender-hearted Mrs.Julaper's disgust--and snored with a sensual disregard of the solemnity of his situation; until with a profound nod, or rather dive, toward the fire, he awoke, got up and shook his ears with a kind of start, and standing with his back to the fire, asked for his muffler and horse; and so took his leave also of the weird sisters, who were still pottering about the body, with croak and whisper, and nod and ogle.