"You're very feverish, dear Berry. What can it be?"
"Ain't it like the love-flutters of a young gal, my dear."
"Go to bed, Berry, dear," says Lucy, pouting in her soft caressing way. "I will undress you, and see to you, dear heart! You've had so much excitement."
"Ha! ha!" Berry laughed hysterically; "she thinks it's about this business of hers. Why, it's child's-play, my darlin'. But I didn't look for tragedy, to-night. Sleep in this house I can't, my love!"
Lucy was astonished. "Not sleep here, Mrs. Berry?—Oh! why, you silly old thing? I know."
"Do ye!" said Mrs. Berry, with a sceptical nose.
"Belike I am when they're six foot two in their shoes, and bellows when you stick a pin into their calves. I seen my Berry!"
"Your husband?"
"Large as life!"