George Melville Baker: 1 book

Maggie. 'Pon my sowl, it's the docthor's a jewel, that he is! Didn't I burn me wid the hot fat, that made me howl wid the pain uv it? And didn't the blissid docthor tind me loike his own sisther—wid the cooling and haling salve for me fisht, and the wee sugar pills for the faver that was burnin' me...