“You’ll hurry the breakfast all you can.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Don’t feel any the worse now, do you?”
“No, sir, only a little ketchy about the throat.”
“Oh, I’ll prescribe for that.”
“Thank you, sir, but it will be better directly,” said cook hastily.
“After you’ve taken my dose, make yourself a good strong cup of tea. Come along, my dear. Now, Vane, your face wants washing horribly, my boy. Hannah, my dear, you understand now the tremendous force of steam.”
“Yes, my dear,” said Aunt Hannah, sorrowfully. “I do indeed.”
“And if ever in the future you see anyone sitting upon the safety valve to get up speed, don’t hesitate for a moment, go and knock him off.”
“My dear Thomas,” said Aunt Hannah, dolefully, “this is no subject for mirth.”