Technically I suppose we were both out. That is, we were not receiving.
"Thank you, Jane," I said stiffly. I turned to Celia. "There you are," I said. "To-morrow something must be done."
"I always said I'd do it to-morrow," said Celia.
SILVER LININGS
"We want some more coal," said Celia suddenly at breakfast.
"Sorry," I said, engrossed in my paper, and I passed her the marmalade.
"More coal," she repeated.
I pushed across the toast.