"We're middle-class, aren't we?"
"What does she mean?"
"Middle-class people, I mean. You know."
"Why, yes, dear, we're middle-class. I guess that is what you'd call it.
What an idea!"
"Help me."
"Yes, yes. How, baby? The doctor will be here any—"
"You don't know what I mean. No matter what I say, you don't know what I mean. Isn't that terrible?"
"Help you to get well, that's what mamma and papa are going to do."
"No, no, no! Help me—out—up!"
Presently Lilly fell asleep. To her watching parents her light and regular breathing took on the meter of a Doxology.