Poppy flicked it well with her handkerchief and arranged it round the bed like a big, white bird-cage; then taking the candle in her hand, walked slowly to the door.
"Well, good-night."
"G'night."
She opened the door and went out slowly.
At the last conceivable instant, as the door was on the point of closing, a little voice cried:
"Poppy!"
"Yes, sweetness."
"I want a drink of water."
Poppy went back, poured a glass of water, and carried it to the delinquent, who took a mouthful; then said, slowly and sorrowfully:
"I think I'll say prairses, Poppy."