the last—pearly white ones this time. Those you lost terribly discoloured. Eat more food. Will leave you to the young lady: she’ll look after you. Very patient girl.”
The door now opened, and the doctor disappeared.
I was alone, and felt extremely happy. Yes! the doctor was right—I should be a new man at no distant date: new hair, new beard, eyebrows and eyelashes. This was indeed benefitting by the change. If ever I went back to Australia, how I should surprise my friends! Of course they would not know me, but then there were several little incidents, etc., etc., by which I could prove to them that I was the real Periwinkle. Did I hear footsteps? Yes, I was right. It was Vandalia. How beautiful she looked as she entered the room!
She approached and said she had brought some food that the doctor had recommended, and was pleased to see me in such high spirits.
Here I related the good news the doctor gave me.
She said that recently I had changed for the better wonderfully.
We now talked of Dr. Exelexeto. She said that although he was eccentric, and at times inclined to
