An old South Carolina darky was sent to the hospital of St. Xavier in Charleston. One of the gentle, black-robed sisters put a thermometer in his mouth to take his temperature. Presently, when the doctor made his rounds, he said:
Well, Nathan, how do you feel?
I feel right tol'ble, boss.
Have you had any nourishment?
Yassir.
What did you have?
A lady done gimme a piece of glass ter suck, boss.