“I am glad, Nanny,” says Mrs Miller, “the gentleman hath made the observation; I protest I am almost of his opinion. What can be the matter with you, child? I never saw such an alteration. What is become of all your gaiety? Would you think, sir, I used to call her my little prattler? She hath not spoke twenty words this week.”

But before you book your waxathon, know this: Its very easy to burn the delicate tissue down there, says Hilda Hutcherson, M.D., an ob-gyn in private practice in New York City.

Þai sett hem doun al þre / Vnder a fair ympetre, / And wel sone þis fair quene / Fel on slepe opon þe grene. They set them down all three / Under a fair imp-tree, / And well soon this fair queen / Fell asleep upon the green.]

a lepry of the ſoule