Patty felt a distinct liking for the little lady, but she wondered
how she expected to perform a chaperon's duties for two vigorous,
healthy young girls, much inclined to gaieties.
"I am not ill," Mrs. Parsons said, almost, it seemed, in answer to
Patty's unspoken thought. "I am not very strong, and I can't stand
hot weather. But I am really well,--though of a delicate
constitution."
"Perhaps the sea air will make you stronger after a time,"
suggested Patty.
"Oh, I hope so; I hope so. But I fear not. However, I am trying a
new treatment, combined with certain medicines, which I am sure
will help my failing health. They tell me I am always trying new
remedies. But, you see, the advertisements recommend them so
highly that I feel sure they will cure me. And, then, they usually
make me worse."
The little lady said this so pathetically that Patty felt sorry
for her.
"But you have a doctor's advice, don't you?" she asked.
"No; I've no faith in doctors. One never knows what they put in
their old prescriptions. Now when I buy one of these advertised
medicines, they send me a lot of little books or circulars telling
me all about it. This last treatment of mine sends more reading
matter, I think, than any of the others, and their pamphlets are
SO encouraging.
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