I arrived at the corner of Washington and Dover Streets, on my way home, and looked into Mr.Pastor's showy drug store as I passed, and that reminded me of the history of my latest friendship.
My cough had been pretty bad--kept me awake nights.

My voice gave out frequently.

The teachers had spoken to me several times, suggesting that I ought to see a doctor.

Of course the teachers did not know that I could not afford a doctor, but I could go to the free dispensary, and I did.

They told me to come again, and again, and I lost precious hours sitting in the waiting-room, watching for my turn.