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head and his legs and his back and his arms 

 " all broken " he would look at his bottle 

 of medicine and shake his puzzled head, and 

 wonder how the different things in the bottle 

 would know to find their way to all the different 

 places where he had his aches. 



And the language ! What troubles there 

 were with those long words ! How we used 

 to chase those strings of letters through the 

 pages of the grammar book, trying to make 

 them mean just what we wanted to say ! 

 Sarah, our little charwoman, who swept the 

 floors and scrubbed the benches and did the 

 washing and made herself as useful as she 

 could in all the ways that she could find, went 

 into fits of laughing one day because the nurse 

 told her that the doctor was up in Heaven 

 when the doctor was only up in the attic 

 where the dried fish was stored : he was " up 

 high," and the nurse just turned the word a 

 little bit wrong. Sarah used to chuckle about 

 that joke for a long time afterwards, and tell 

 it to the people who came to the door, so 

 that they might laugh too ! If I had to give 

 a man two pills to take at different times, I 

 had to tell him how to swallow one little pill, 

 and then at the proper time to swallow the 

 little pill's wife ! It all sounds so funny to 

 us, but it is just the Eskimo way of saying 



