"That's just for to whip up five drops at a time with your medicine. That's medicine, Jas; it ain't to be took like drink. You know what the doc said last time. He ain't responsible if you disobey. I ain't--neither. Please, Jas!" "I know a thing or two about the deal I'm getting around here. No quack boob is going to own my soul." "Ain't it enough the way you nearly died last time, Jas? Honest, didn't that teach you a lesson? Be good, Jas. Don't scare poor old Teenie all alone here with you. Looka out there through the door. Ain't it something grand? Honest, Jas, I just never get tired looking. See them low little hills out there. I always say they look like chiffon this time of evening. Don't they? Just looka the whole fields out there, so still--like--like a old horse standing up dozing. Smell! Listen to the little birds! Ain't we happy out here, me and my boy that's getting well so fine?" Then Jastrow the Granite Jaw began to whimper, half-moans engendered by weakness. "Put me out of my misery. Shoot!" "Jas--Jas--ain't that just an awful way for you to talk? Ain't that just terrible to say to your poor old Big Tent?" She smoothed out his pillow, and drew out his cot on ready casters, closer toward the open door. "See, Jas--honest, can you ever get enough of how beautiful it is? When I was a kid on my pap's farm out there, eighty miles beyond the ridge, instead of playing with the kids that used to torment me because I was a heavy, I just used to lay out evenings like this on a hay-rack or something and look and look and look. There's something about this soft kind of scenery that a person that's born in it never gets tired of. Why, I've exhibited out in California right under the nose of the highest kind of mountains; but gimme the little scenery every time." "I'm a lump--that's what I am. Nine months of laying. I'm a lump--on a woman, too." "Why, Jas, Teenie's proud to have you on--on her. 'Ain't we got plans for each other after--you get well? Why, half the time I'm just in heaven over that. That's why, honey, if only you won't let yourself get setbacks! That's all the doctor says is between you and getting well. That's all that keeps you down, Jas, you scaring me and making me go against the doctor's orders. Last week your eating that steak--that drink you stole--ain't you ashamed to have got out of bed that way and broke the lock? You--you mustn't ever again, Jas, make me go against the doctor." "I gets crazy. Crazy with laying."