"Why, I would love to run down to the drug store and get the medicine," she said.

"You lie down after dinner, Uncle Henry, and I'll go." Henry cast an agonizing glance at Horace.

The young man did not understand in the least what it meant, but he came to the rescue.
"The last time I took those pellets," he said, "Mr.Whitman got them for me.

It was one Saturday, and I was home, and felt the cold coming on, and I lay down, just as you suggest Mr.Whitman's doing, and got asleep, and awoke with a chill.

I think that if one has a cold the best thing is to keep exercising until you can get hold of a remedy.
I think if Mr.Whitman walks down to the drug store himself and gets the pellets, and takes one, and keeps out in the open air afterwards, as it is a fine day, it will be the very best thing for him." "That is just what I think myself," said Henry, with a grateful look at Horace.
Henry changed his coat again before leaving, on the plea that it was better for him to wear a lighter one when walking and the heavier one when he was in the house.