"Thought he'd see if he couldn't get his sister to go with him."
Another pause.
"And did hims sister go?"
"Well, no, I don't think she did." Pause again.
"That's a toopid tory," said Dot calmly. "Pattie tells oh such lovely, lovely tories."
Mrs. Cragg did not like to be compared with Pattie.
"Seems to me Pattie does every single thing right in your opinion, Dot."
Dot's look was of assent.
Mrs. Cragg had exhausted her powers of invention, and the "tory" advanced no further. Dot, not finding it of interest, did not ask more. She lay silent, her eyes roving, on the watch for Pattie. Mrs. Cragg fidgeted about the room, gazed out of the window, and walked to the table, where she found a slip of paper fastened to the pin-cushion. On the slip was written, "Dot's medicine—at half-past eleven, half-past three, and half-past six."
"Why, it's over the time," she said. "Pattie seems in no hurry to come back. Where does she keep your medicine?" Mrs. Cragg was glad to escape any more "tory-telling."