You could see it was good stuff," said Tant Sannie; "it tasted horrid.

That was a real doctor! He used to give a bottle so high," said the Boer-woman, raising her hand a foot from the table, "you could drink at it for a month and it wouldn't get done, and the same medicine was good for all sorts of sicknesses--croup, measles, jaundice, dropsy.

Now you have to buy a new kind for each sickness.

The doctors aren't so good as they used to be." "No, aunt," said the young man, who was trying to gain courage to stick out his legs and clink his spurs together.

He did so at last.
Tant Sannie had noticed the spurs before; but she thought it showed a nice manly spirit, and her heart warmed yet more to the youth.
"Did you ever have convulsions when you were a baby ?" asked Tant Sannie.
"Yes," said the young man.
"Strange," said Tant Sannie; "I had convulsions too.