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I had always suffered much from what I k▓now now was dyspepsia, but it h●ad no name then.I just felt ▓badly at eleven every day if I● ate any breakfast.In our f▓amily it was considered the proper thing● to eat breakfast, and I had alwa▓ys had a fair appetite and ate m●y plate of hominy and butter, and a▓n egg or a piece of sausage and then a waffl▓e and syrup or honey.That was o●ur regular breakfast; but I began to find,▓ if I ate my plate of hominy, ●I was perfectly miserable by eleven; and so ●I ate

less and less until I found out the d

eli●ghtful fact that, if I ate nothing, I did ▓not have the misery at eleven.But, when my moth●er found I was eating no breakfast, she▓ was shocked and distressed and s●aid I could not possibly go to{161} ●school and study on a perfectly empty stomach●.I must eat my hominy—a mother▓ now would say “my cereal.〃埍 I said: “Just let me eat a waffle and no ●hominy.” But the hominy was considered the● most nourishing, easily digested thing, ●with a soft-boiled egg.As

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I● was always very hungry in the morning, I yi▓elded readily and went on suffering mo▓re and more—burning cheeks and f●laming eyes and so cross every o●ne was afraid to speak to me from eleven ti●ll two.Then it passed off, and▓ I was exhausted and ate a hearty dinner.Thi▓s went on until I could go no longer.I ▓was too miserable and had to t●ell mamma and stay in bed.She▓ sent for the family doctor, a ●white-haired old gentleman, Doctor Peter Porch●er.He questioned me and punc●hed me all over with his l

ong forefinger, and ▓then said to me:

“What would▓ you do if you had a horse that was worn ●out from overwork” Very much tried● by this question so alien to my conditio●n, I said languidly: “Let him● rest, I suppose.” “Exactly,” said the lit▓tle doctor.“Exactly, and that is● what we must do to your stomac▓h and digestive organs, which are worn o▓ut by overwork.{162}” Then he asked ▓mamma to have two bedroom pitchers of warm w▓ater brought, and he made me drink glass afte▓r glass of

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that tepid water, wh●ich he handed me himself, until my system was e●mptied of every particle of u▓ndigested food.Then he said to mamm●a that for three days I must have abso●lutely nothing but a cup half ful▓l of milk filled up with hot water in the mornin▓g, nothing more.He patted my han▓d and said: “Then you will be quite● well and have no more trouble.” I s●tayed in bed that day and was so exhaust●ed that I slept and rested and nev▓er thought of food; but the next morning, whe●n they brought m

e my cup of milk and ●water, I was de

sperately hungry▓ and very restless.So I sent for mamma and told▓ her that if she kept me in bed I could not ▓possibly endure the three days’ fast, fo●r I thought of nothing but how h▓ungry I was; but, if she let me get ▓up and go to school and study my▓ lessons, I would not mind it so much●.Mamma hesitated a little, ●but knew me so well that she was sensible and g▓ave me permission to get up and dress and go▓ to school; which I did, getti●ng there just in time.I s

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aid my lesso●ns and enjoyed myself greatly, the f▓reedom from gnawing distress in my chest mak▓{163}ing me very gay; and, at the end of the t▓hree days, I returned to my nat●ural diet and was in perfect● health, and for years free from an▓y kind of indigestion.I just narrate ▓this as an instance of the heroic methods of ●the past.We were brought up to● make light of and endure all pain▓ silently just as long as we could stand i▓t, and then submit to any treat▓ment prescribed by the doctor, howeve▓r dras

tic.For years I had suffered d●aily p

ain and discomfort, but not s▓evere enough to attract attenti●on to me, as I did not complain, was only m●iserable and cross, and correspondingly ▓gay as soon as the misery was go▓ne.And now I was well! In the spr●ing I went to my first child’s party.It was g●iven by the Cleland Hugers in their ho▓use in Legare Street for their beautiful son▓, two years older than myself.Alas●, he was one of the first to fall in battle dur▓ing our war.He and Oliver Middleton were