I gave her three good doses of jalap." "Jalap!" echoed Jan.

"Well, it won't do her much harm.

She won't take 'em; she'll throw 'em away." "Law, Jan!" For, in the private familiarity of the surgery, young Cheese was thus accustomed unceremoniously to address his master--as Jan was.
And Jan allowed it with composure.
"She'll throw 'em away," repeated Jan.

"There's not a worse lot for physic in all the parish than Dame Dawson.

I know her of old.