I think it is, _says_ JACK, _looking into the bottle and smelling
it_. It looks bitter and it smells bitter.

But you mustn't mind that, Nurse Mary, _says_ POLLY; because it
will make you well.

All right, _says_ NURSE MARY. Pour it out.

_Then Polly holds the spoon, and Jack carefully pours the medicine
into it. Nurse Mary opens her mouth, swallows the dose, and makes a wry
face, shuddering._

Was it horrid? _asks_ JACK.

Horrid! _answers_ NURSE MARY.

Do you feel better? _asks_ POLLY.

I can't tell yet, _answers_ NURSE MARY. I suppose I must wait a
little for the medicine to work.

And while we are waiting, _says_ JACK, tell us about when Father
was a little boy.

_So Nurse Mary sits down, and takes Polly on her lap, while Jack sits
on a stool at her feet, and then_ NURSE MARY _begins_, When Dr.
John was a very little boy--

But, Nurse Mary, JACK _says, interrupting_, he wasn't named "Dr.
John" then, was he?