"I'll do what I can," said Sproatly indignantly.
"You!" said the other. "It would be criminal to leave you in charge of a sick man."
Sally quietly put on her blanket coat. "If you can stay that long, I'll be back soon after it's light," she said. Then she turned to Sproatly. "You can wash up those dishes on the table, and get a brush and sweep this room out. If it's not quite smart to-morrow you'll do it again."
"Then she turned to Sproatly. 'You can wash up those dishes on the table.'"
Then, while Sproatly grinned, she went out and drove away through the bitter frost.