DOCTOR: Are you a hearty eater?
MRS. R.: Of course, Doctor, I on'y want to know what's right.
DOCTOR: You say that your appetite is good?
MRS. R.: I was sayin' about us bein' partial to 'am and so forth,
Doctor. If you think I oughter stop it, I kin easy do so. I on'y
wanter do what's right. What's your opinion about me, Doctor? You can
see I'm very ill.
DOCTOR: I'm giving you some medicine, Mrs. Rafferty--you've brought your
bottle, I see--it's a strong tonic, and there are three pills with it,
which----
MRS. R.: I forgot to arst you, Doctor. Do you think a drop of stout--as
much as you kin get into a egg-cup--would 'urt a little boy of five
years old what's got a poverty of 'is blood? There's a neighbour o'
mine--a very nice woman--wh----
DOCTOR: About these pills, Mrs. Rafferty: I want you to take one when
you get in, one before you go to bed, and one----
MRS. R.: Can I take a little slice of 'am, Doctor, or must I live on
slops and that?
DOCTOR: You can eat exactly what you please. This medicine will put you
right. It is a very strong, dark red tonic. Do you understand about the
pills, now?
MRS. R.: She's a nice woman, and it's sad to see her strugglin' along by
'erself wiv that boy to keep. And so I told 'er----
DOCTOR: Send her round to see me. You'll get your medicine from the
dispenser.