An old South Carolina darky was sent to the hospital of St. Xavier in
Charleston. One of the gentle, black-robed sisters put a thermometer in
his mouth to take his temperature. Presently, when the doctor made his
rounds, he said:
"Well, Nathan, how do you feel?"
"I feel right tol'ble, boss."
"Have you had any nourishment?"
"Yassir."
"What did you have?"
"A lady done gimme a piece of glass ter suck, boss."