But he found her still suffering. "Here they are." He was breathless. "You take a couple now and a couple more in half an hour if the ache hasn't stopped." "Bless your heart! Come around inside." He was through the door and in the dimly lit little office behind that secretive partition. "And here's something else," he continued. "It's a menthol pencil and you take this cap off--see?--and rub your forehead with it. It'll be a help." She swallowed two of the magic wafers with the aid of water from the cooler, and applied the menthol. "You're a dear," she said, patting his sleeve.英文原著 · 《Merton of the Movies》
"I feel better already. Sometimes these things come on me and stay all day." She was still applying the menthol to throbbing temples. "Say, don't you get tired hanging around outside there? How'd you like to go in and look around the lot? Would you like that?"
Would he! "Thanks!" He managed it without choking, "If I wouldn't be in the way."
"You won't. Go on--amuse yourself." The telephone rang. Still applying the menthol she held the receiver to her ear.英文原著 · 《Merton of the Movies》